"Thank you."
"No problem."
Jiang Chen looked at the Zhang Yapin who seemed to have aged overnight. He gave him a comforting smile.
Zhang Yapin's face was full of bitterness. His mouth twitched for a while before he finally squeezed out a sentence.
"We failed… Sorry."
Five hundred people, five times the force!
They never thought they would fail; even if two people died for every government force, they wouldn't have lost. But they overestimated the determination of the people that joined the force. They had the will of iron before the war, but as soon as the war started, they swore at their parents for not giving an extra pair of legs when they fleed the battle. Only a few died in the crossfire, but countless died escaping.
