“What happened?” Robin asked from the car. Unless there was a significant issue, Theresa Lindsay would not seek him out.
“South Land has captured our common folks. They’re calling for you, War God,” Theresa Lindsay stated through gritted teeth. Her eyes were filled with anger. Robin never expected South Land to resort to such actions.
At that moment, Robin had reached the city wall.
“Sir,” a host of soldiers surrounded him. Now, Robin could see the situation outside the city. Thousands of Kisia citizens were trapped outside, guarded by South Land soldiers. Walton Myers was among a group of people in the large tents.
“Robin, please come out for a chat,” Walton Myers called out from across.
“Let’s go,” Robin headed out without worrying about any traps. However, he wasn’t alone. Theresa Lindsay, Maclean Lyons, and Jeff Reczek were with him, not for safety, but for show.
“Walton Myers, I thought you were a hero, a rare talent in South Land. But I didn’t expect you to stoop so low, using innocent civilians to achieve your goals,” Robin declared, his eyes piercing into Walton Myers as he led the group on horseback.
“If the means achieve the ends, they’re not low. History is always written by the victors, isn’t it?” Walton Myers responded, casually holding the reins of his horse. He felt no guilt, as he believed in using any means necessary to secure victory in this conflict between nations.
“True, history is written by victors,” Robin laughed, then continued, “Walton Myers, aren’t you afraid that if you lose, I will be the one to write this story and you will be infamous for eternity? Not everyone is willing to do such a thing.”
“Infamous for eternity? What does it matter to me? I will be long gone by then,” Walton Myers replied, his tone nonchalant.
“Walton Myers, you truly are not an ordinary man,” Robin shook his head, then asked, “I will ask you one last time, are you sure about this?”
“Kill,” Walton Myers ordered loudly.
Immediately, the executioner beside the common folks chopped off the head of a Kisia citizen, inciting cries from the crowd.
“War God, save us, save us, I’m scared.”
“I’m only seventeen, save me, save me.”
“Dad… Mom…”
Elderly people and children all started crying. Their cries and pleas for the War God to save them filled the air. The sight of bloodied bodies was terrifying.
Walton Myers’ eyes lost their laziness, replaced with cold indifference. His callousness was frightening, not only to the Kisia soldiers but also to those from South Land.
General Myers had changed.
Hearing the cries, the Kisia generals were shocked. “Commander, I will cover the charge and rescue the civilians,” one of them told Robin.
“Sir, I am willing to organize a suicide squad to rescue them.”
“Sir, I am willing to try.”
Many generals volunteered, but Robin didn’t answer. He simply stared at Walton Myers, then said, “Without my order, no one can move.”
“Sir!” The soldiers were horrified.
Not move? Does that mean they were to stand by and watch the civilians get killed?
But no one dared to question Robin. The commander’s authority was inviolable.
The generals behind Robin all stared at Walton Myers as if they wanted to devour him.
Until Walton Myers said, “Next.”
“Ha!” The executioner shouted, chopping off another Kisia civilian’s head. The cries grew louder, especially from the young people. Some collapsed out of fear, crying out, “War God, save us! Aren’t you the War God who protects the country? Why won’t you save us? Why?”
“Save us, you’re the War God!”
The cries kept coming, bringing tears to the eyes of the Kisia soldiers.
They had enlisted in the army to defend their homeland, to protect the people of Kisia. However, now, they were watching helplessly as these civilians were being put to death.
“War God, I volunteer to fight,” an old soldier, his eyes red, stepped forward. He couldn’t bear it anymore.
Then, one after another, the generals behind him also stepped out, “War God, we all volunteer to fight, we want to wipe them out completely.”
The generals were all pleading, but Robin ignored them, continuing to stare at Walton Myers.
“Commander.”
At this point, Jeff Reczek also stepped forward, he too couldn’t stand it anymore. They had become soldiers to protect the people. But what was happening now, watching the people of Kisia die, was unthinkable. But Robin just ignored it all, which was shocking.
Meanwhile, Walton Myers commanded, “The third one.”
This time it was a little girl, no more than seven or eight years old. She was possibly orphaned, crying pitifully. The executioner was now holding his large blade to her neck.
The little girl didn’t understand much, all she knew was that she was about to die. She was terrified. Crying. Crying hard, looking desperately towards Robin, wailing, “Big brother, save me, please, save me, save me, Flower doesn’t want to die, Flower really doesn’t want to die.”
Flower. That was the little girl’s name. She was only seven years old. She should have been in kindergarten or primary school, not under this flashing sharp blade, feeling the approach of death.
Her crying broke everyone’s heart.
“Commander!”
The generals all looked at Robin again, their eyes red, veins bulging, begging for an order.
They wanted to break out and fight.
But Robin remained silent.
“Commander!”
Many generals croaked.
But Robin still didn’t speak, just sitting on his horse.
“Ahh.”
At that moment, the executioner swung down his blade, followed by screams, then curses, “Damn War God, aren’t you the War God? Why aren’t you saving us, why?”
“I hate you, I hate you for the rest of my life, you’re not worthy of being the War God.”
“You go to hell, I hate you.”
All the people of Kisia on the other side were cursing, cursing at Robin alone.
“Next.”
“Next.”
“Next.”
Walton Myers kept calling for the next one.
One by one, the people of Kisia fell, causing the generals behind Robin to feel their eyes about to burst, their veins bulging. They wanted to rush out to rescue, but without Robin’s order, they couldn’t. They were soldiers, and soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders.
Orders are as heavy as a mountain.