No one expected that among the four assassins in black, the leading burly man would wield a Japanese military saber. Could he be from Japan? Especially when he swung his blade at Murong Yudou, he even exclaimed, "Chinese should all die," seemingly harboring special hatred toward Murong Yudou, an old general who had emerged from the throes of war.
It was too late to speak; the action was swift. Faced with the gleaming Japanese saber slashing down, Murong Yudou did not take a single step backward; that was an air of grandness, a kind of spirit befitting an old general. A true man should dye the battlefield with his blood and be wrapped in horsehide upon death. This was the highest creed in the hearts of Murong Yudou's generation.
Clang!
