The desperate soldier opened his mouth wide, kneeling on the ground looking up at the boy, his expression spasming and distorted as he tried to say something, but his severed trachea could only make a bellows-like wheezing sound.
"Hah…"
Zhu Haomiao didn't even bother to spare him a glance, his gaze always looking into the distance, ignoring his painful struggle before death, and walked past him indifferently.
"Ah!!"
A miserable scream came from behind; the soldier didn't have the strength to turn his head, he could only bow his head to the ground, watching as the dark red blood under him spread into a pool, staining the package he'd seized with an ominous color of death.
Before dying, it seemed he saw the family of three from Qing Country who had died under his bayonet earlier. Their painful, desperate pleas hadn't stirred the slightest sympathy in him...
He had stabbed them to death as if slaughtering livestock, just like... himself now!
