The guards who had surrounded the area began to disperse little by little, and through the gaps in the human wall, the people could see the figure beneath the fist.
Just as they had hoped, it was indeed Von Palen who was raising his fist, but he was now hunched over, his face hanging low, and a large patch of blood on his chest. It seemed that even raising his fist had taken a lot of effort for him. It was a heartbreaking sight.
Now, he seemed to be straightening up, puffing out his chest, and revealing himself from behind the guards, but the guards seemed to be stopping him.
The people couldn't hear anything from there, so they could only speculate. Now, all they could do was shout to express their fervent hopes.
"Fonpalen!"
"Fonpalen!"
"Fonpalen!"
As if responding to the people's calls, the guards finally moved away. They stopped blocking and slowly retreated to the sides, leaving room for the people in the middle.
As a result, people saw Von Palen more clearly.
Finally, amidst the eager anticipation and fervent hope of the crowd, Von Palen slowly straightened up and turned his blood-stained face toward the people.
Then, he clenched his fist and roared at everyone in his usual powerful voice:
"I will not be defeated!"
"We will never yield!"
"I declare war on all those who attempt to persecute our nation!"
"I will fight them to the very end!"
"fighting!"
"fighting!"
Like a storm descending upon the sea, it gives the ocean even more violent power, and the vast ocean responds to the storm with its endless waves.
"fighting!"
"fighting!"
"fighting!"
People laughed through their tears, their hearts overflowing with an irresistible excitement and exhilaration, and they joined Von Palen in shouting at the top of their lungs.
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