"Brother, don't do it." Luo Zheng was taken aback, and in a swift motion he rushed forward, grabbed the other person, pulled him up, and held his shoulders. Looking into his eyes, he said solemnly, "Brother, that bastard is a ninja, he's the one who injured me. We have a common enemy. Whenever we see that scumbag, if we don't bring back his head, I will pay with my life."
"I wouldn't dare." The injured person quickly said, excitedly.
Luo Zheng hugged him, patting his shoulder a few times, then pushed him away, looked heavily at everyone else, and erupted with a cold, murderous aura, shouting, "Brothers, we lost this battle. This is a disgrace that can only be washed away by the blood of the enemy. Now, I order, wounded stay behind to take care of fallen brothers, prepare their ashes, not one can be left behind when we return, the rest follow me, kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone shouted in unison, arranging themselves in four rows and marching neatly toward the valley's exit.
