"But in this way, I'm afraid the rebel army will be trained and become even more formidable, with higher morale. By then, where in the world would there be an army capable of stopping such a strong force..."
Tie Dan looked at them,
"So what, is the rebel army fated to die."
The Five Elders were speechless for a moment.
Tie Dan gazed into the distance, watching as the ground shook and the mountains swayed, with black clouds breaking over the hills, as the flowing tide of Iron Cavalry rolled forth.
"The killing calamity is always for the strong to kill freely. The weak are to be eliminated. If you don't want to die, why go to the battlefield? Besides, I'm not asking them to fight naked.
Both the same parental upbringing and fully equipped with armor, competing on the same stage, yet you can't beat them, and still insist on winning; where in the world is such logic.
So what, our fate as Northern people's lives doesn't count, and we all deserve to die under the sword, is that it."
