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"A lot will die."
"When you guys go in later, run backwards as fast as you can the moment you get in, you hear me? You must run fast."
"You eight are my only sons, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. If you all die, what am I supposed to do?"
"Don't worry."
The eldest son, who seemed to be leading the others, said with a sigh, "Mom, you don't need to keep telling us, everybody's involved in this. You'll have to go in too, acting as if you don't have to."
The surrounding Civilization players, upon hearing the old woman's words, looked over with disdain.
"A Civilization's battle is a crisis for the entire clan. Who can escape it? If everyone runs back like you do, who will stand at the front?"
"Exactly, all three of my sons died, and I've never complained. Moreover, I took three more wives and plan to continue having sons, to raise them and send them to the frontline when they come of age, to die for the survival of our race, glorious!"
