Those bandit soldiers weren't bragging, and Fatty wasn't bragging either.
"Among you, more than two hundred are prisoners of war, you were just rescued by my Pipi....…"
Fatty patted the little kid next to him on the head. The kid smiled innocently, showing a mouthful of white teeth. The Chuckna Warriors looked at this angelic little boy and couldn't help but feel their scalps crawl. They all thought of that Jiepeng Soldier whose neck had been bitten open, that eerie silhouette, and that bright red blood.
"....The rest of you have lived and died with us together on the line." Fatty's voice was unnaturally clear in the howling cold wind: "No matter where you're from, no matter what unit you used to belong to, right now, we are one army! An army trapped deep behind enemy lines, surrounded on all sides, still not knowing what fear is, only thinking about turning this place upside down!"
