"The fifth goblet of wine!"
Tie Zheng’s fierce eyes roamed over the gathered men. "To all the Yutang brothers who were wounded and handicapped on the battlefield!"
"Their bodies may be handicapped, but their spirits are not! If there were to be a war, they would still drape their armor! These brothers, each one of them, are amazing! Each and every one of them is a hero!"
"Brothers! I, Tie Zheng, toast all of you! Cheers!"
"Marshal…" All the veterans, sitting in their homes, were overcome with tears; regardless of the handicap they bore, whether they could consume alcohol or not, if they should even drink – all of them held a bowl of the Blood of the Hero, emptying its contents in tearfully.
They immediately felt the valiant passion throbbing in their hearts with intense emotions.
"The sixth goblet of wine!" Tie Zheng continued loudly, "To the Nine Supremes Lords!"
Tie Zheng emptied his goblet, as did all the other militants.