The Steel Cavalry general who had spoken out was taken aback. He hoarsely uttered, "Then… my three brothers…"
Yun Xiaoyao heaved a long sigh. He did not say anything further but everyone understood what he meant. Many Steel Cavalrymen abruptly fell silent, tears stinging their eyes. Men did not cry easily, but the comradeship and kinship created from the battlefield would always easily evoke hot tears from these men.
The Steel Cavalry general then continued with a sob. "Then… my three brothers… I – we… are there still…"
"Yes," Yun Xiaoyao answered in a tone filled with irrepressible anguish.
The general was infuriated. "Who? Who else?"
His sharp gaze washed over everyone's faces.
Yun Xiaoyao sighed and took two steps forward to approach the general, saying softly, "It's…"
Even as he spoke, Yun Xiaoyao was already extending his arm to choke the general while his other arm descended in a swift strike; he continued in anger. "It's you!"