The Han brothers had witnessed the vicious murders of their own parents and friends by the demons and developed an intense hatred towards them. They were unwilling to leave the camp and carry on peaceful lives. They wanted revenge for their parents and for their fellow villagers.
The resolution in the eyes of those two children astounded Ji Fengyan. However, looking at their tiny, weak bodies, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I understand where you are coming from, but you are too young."
How to enlist such little kids into the army?
The demons could probably use them as dental floss on the battlefield.
"We will grow up!" Han Xiao stared steadily at Ji Fengyan. "General, let us stay. We will train together with the seniors. The day will come when we can enter the battlefield and kill our enemies. We will definitely not besmear the name of the Wolf Smoke Regiment!"
