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"Alright, stop comforting me, I'm not a kid!"
After waving his hand, Yang Ge tried to rally his spirits, waved toward the strait entrance, and with all his True Qi shouted, "Brothers, gather the sleeping ones, gather the wokou's belongings, let's march back to Hangzhou with great fanfare. They are all heroes who fought against foreign invaders to protect our homeland, heroes should not silently depart to another world..."
Upon hearing this, all the fine lads on the beach roared their agreement.
Seeing those figures with heads held high, chests puffed out, and faces flushed with pride, even their own leaders found them unrecognizable.
How could a person who leads such a twisted life have so many willing to follow him? Even briefly following him seemed to become a matter of pride?
The crowd started to move, chopping wood to make stretchers.
Those uninjured carried their sleeping or severely wounded brothers.
