As the commander of an army, he is responsible for the lives of everyone.
Only he could make this decision, which meant that he had to bear the consequences of these people's deaths.
It was as if a huge rock was lodged in Mokhadin's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
He rubbed his forehead in deep thought, his brows furrowed, his face deathly pale. Despite the cold weather, cold sweat dripped continuously from his forehead.
The adjutant stood silently watching Mokhdin, while Mitri remained standing at the entrance of the tent, his hands clenched into fists, his teeth clenched, and his face extremely gloomy.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Outside the tent, groans and screams could still be heard.
"Ouch, that darn asphalt..."
"Someone please amputate this leg for me, it's ruined..."
"It hurts...it hurts so much..."
The sounds reached his ears, and Mokodin bent over, his hands weakly covering his face, his cold fingers trembling slightly.
A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he even found it incredibly difficult to breathe.
At one moment, a feeling of regret arose in his heart.
I regret coming to Xi'an...
"Marshal, time is of the essence. We must make a decision soon to have any chance of survival."
"Sacrificing them can save the majority of people."
"I assure you! Next year! I will bring an even stronger army! I, Mitri, swear in the name of God! I will avenge them!"
Mitri took out the cross pendant, held it high above his head, and looked solemn.
"Hehe..." Mokodin suddenly chuckled.
The laughter came suddenly. The adjutant did not speak, but Mitri was stunned. He heard a hint of mockery in the laughter, and then his face turned red as if he had been boiled.
He finally unleashed his pent-up anger, "Don't you believe me?! My word, Mitri's word is always..."
"Stop talking, Mitri, you can go now."
Mokhadin raised his head, his face unusually calm. After a struggle with his conscience, he had made his decision.
Mitri's face stiffened, but a hint of joy rose in his heart. Before he could speak, Mokhadin continued:
“Mitri, take all those who are still able to move with you and return home tonight.”
"Those who can't walk, stay here."
Upon hearing this, the adjutant's eyes widened in shock. "Marshal, you..."
Mokodin's eyes remained calm as he continued, "You go back with Mitri. This place cannot be left without a commander. I will stay here."
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