“Your Highness! Over a thousand of our brothers… gone, just like that!” “If I don’t slaughter every last one of those monsters, how could I ever face the spirits of the dead?!” Wan Zhong’s face was full of grief and rage, his hand gripping the blade trembling slightly. “The dead cannot return to life. Our brothers have already fallen --- you mustn’t throw your life away too. We have to retreat for now. Once we find a solution, we can avenge them,” Li Guanglong said, trying to persuade him. Losing ordinary soldiers could be remedied with reinforcements, but if someone like Wan Zhong --- an experienced and loyal general --- were to fall, it would be like losing an arm. There was no way he’d let that happen. “Your Highness…” “That’s an order!” Wan Zhong tried to say more, but Li Guanglong cut him off forcefully. As the zombie horde closed in on their position, Li Guanglong grew anxious. Without another word, he dragged Wan Zhong onto a nearby helicopter. With a loud ro...