Asan's face still bore a frozen smile, and Gao Yang walked up to Asan's corpse looking distraught. After standing there in a daze for a while, he finally turned to the soldier who was left to care for Asan and asked, "What did his gesture mean?"
"He killed four people."
Gao Yang nodded. After looking one last time at Asan, he turned and left the barracks. He didn't know what to do there or what to say to Asan's dead body.
Actually, Asan's death wasn't particularly shocking; too many people had died that night. Once one chose to take up arms and fight, death in battle couldn't be considered an accident anymore. While Gao Yang could remain indifferent to the death of others, Asan's death felt like a lump of cotton was stuck in his throat, making even breathing difficult.