Mo Shaoze carried the injured villager on his back, sprinting toward the camp. The person on his back was breathing more and more weakly; he had to rush.
A cloak of sorrow hung over the entire camp.
Ma Furan stood up, reached up to remove his hat, and gave a salute in the direction of the mountain village, "Instructor! You…"
His words ended abruptly as he stared in disbelief at Mo Shaoze, who was running toward them with the injured villager on his back. The instructor was still alive!
"The instructor is back!" Ma Furan shouted loudly, his eyes filled with surprise and joy.
The soldiers, immersed in sadness, heard the news and joyously rose from the ground, looking toward Mo Shaoze.
"The instructor hasn't been sacrificed! He's still alive!"
"The instructor must be a cat; he has nine lives."
"That's great! I knew the instructor would be fine, hahaha..."
"It was a waste to be heartbroken, to weep like a child when I'm such a grown man, it's somewhat embarrassing!"
