Liu Xiaozhuang retorted, "However, the people in 'The Hundred Regiments Offensive' are being shameless. They were clearly knocked down and 'dead,' but they still interfered with the others."

"Rogue?"

Zhang Nan's face darkened. "Look behind you. If you really lived in that park, do you know what the consequences of your current failure would be? That entire park would become a living hell, and the enemy would bypass you to harm the people you're protecting. Rogue?"

Ha, what I despise most is the so-called "I won't let anyone hurt you unless I'm dead." Don't you have someone you want to protect? That's someone I protect while I'm alive. Even if I become a vengeful ghost or a walking corpse, no one can step over me to hurt her. You call them scoundrels, fighting to the last drop of strength on the battlefield, clinging to those who are destined to die and dragging countless others down with them—you call them scoundrels?

Do you think that sacrificing yourself makes you heroic and fearless? Do you think that it doesn't matter if you die? That your death is meaningless unless this war is won?

Looking towards the park, Liu Xiaozhuang suddenly remembered Aunt Liu. He grabbed Zhang Nan tightly, "No, I can't be eliminated. I can't, my mom won't be able to handle it..."

Nie Xuefeng, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel heartbroken. "Instructor, how about I be eliminated? Liu Xiaozhuang's mother contacts him every two days. If she finds out he's gone, she definitely won't be able to handle it. I'm okay."

Zhang Nan looked at the somewhat frantic Liu Xiaozhuang and said, "If you had known that someone cared about you, why didn't you take things more seriously on the battlefield and not keep them in mind?"

Liu Xiaozhuang collapsed to the ground, dazed and confused, his face streaked with tears. He murmured, "No, I can't be eliminated..."