Zhang Kuang sneered twice, took off the bearskin cloak behind him and laid it across the corpses of the three Longwu Guards officers on the ground. He touched the eyes of the twenty-three corpses one by one. Zhang Kuang's voice was slightly hoarse.
"If these barbarians are not completely frightened and subdued, today there are twenty-three brothers, tomorrow there may be two hundred and thirty brothers, and in the future there may be two thousand three hundred, twenty-three thousand,
Even more brothers in life and death will encounter bad news.
 Most of the brothers are still young men! They are in their prime, and they will have great years waiting for them in the future! I don’t want to see this kind of thing happen again.
This incident can be regarded as a wake-up call for us. From now on, I would rather slaughter an enemy country than kill one of our soldiers."
Jerusa looked at Zhang Kuang's resolute expression in silence, sighed and nodded, patted Zhang Kuang's shoulder gently and walked out of the hall.
 “Count me in.”
Chapter completed!