Wanzhou City's morning is filled with the scent of blood.
But this time, the bloodshed wasn't mingled with much smoke.
Just as Yu Qian said, not many people died.
The corpses on the ground amounted to merely several dozen.
Most of them lay neatly on the ground, their hands still bound with ropes.
They might have tried to struggle, but all resistance seemed futile before the seasoned and heavily armed Volunteer Company warriors.
Staring at the blood flowing on the ground, Yu Qian fell into prolonged silence.
Just moments ago, he had personally participated in the execution.
At this moment, the barrel of the 191 rifle still carried some residual heat, and as he reached out to touch it, that warmth seemed to bring a hint of solace to this cold morning.
He silently removed the magazine and took out loose bullets from the ammo pouch at his waist, reloading them one by one.
A slight clicking sound echoed, reminiscent of the ticking of a countdown.
The time was 7:50 AM.
