After hearing Tang Zhen's words, Morris was immediately stunned.
In his past life experience, struggling to survive occupied the majority of his life, and his biggest dream in life was only to have enough food so that he and his companions would not have to continue starving.
He did not even think about the things that Tang Zhen had mentioned.
"Sir, I don't know what to do."
After hesitating for a while, Morris did not have an answer in the end, so he could only bite the bullet and answer.
With his narrow vision and poor knowledge, he couldn't even imagine what a better life would be like. He only knew that if he had to experience such bloody fighting every day, his companions would most likely die.
Swords had no eyes. On the cruel battlefield, death was an Eternal Melody, and there was no distinction between friend and foe.
