Yu Cunzheng said this with almost all his strength, his voice almost roaring.
He seemed to want to vent all the sorrow he had suppressed for nine years with these few words. It was so intense and sorrowful, with the determination to fight to the death.
These words had been buried in his heart for nine years. He had said them countless times in his dreams during the afternoon, but every time he woke up, it was all for nothing.
He was afraid that if he missed this opportunity, he would never have the chance to say it again.
For these nine years, he had lived in an endless nightmare. Every time he closed his eyes, he went back to that time. He dreamt of him and his comrades defending the city of Tailing, of the city being breached, of being buried alive together, and of his desperate struggles underground…
In the past, he thought that he would never be able to wait for this day, but in the end, he did!
