Six hundred thousand men, thousands of generals…. All died in battle…
Song Jue wanted to say something, but he didn’t. After a while, he just sighed to vent all emotions and slightly said, "Brothers have suffered…"
The middle-aged man gritted with his teeth but his eyes were red. He quivered and then finally couldn’t hold it anymore. Tears fell down.
He stepped forward and suddenly held Song Jue tight. He burst in tears!
A man barely weeps, unless he truly grieves!
The middle-aged man with a square face was the vice-commander Zhu Chenggong. He was sworn brother to the departed Western General Wu Gonglie.
At this moment, this tough man, who had lived most of his life in the battle, who had never cried, who had survived countless fatal dangers in the war, cried like a child with tears.
He never feared death.
He looked down upon men who wept.
