Chapter 56.2: The Solution
“Why would I fight so desperately?”
“Is it for the weak, yet kind and beautiful Angela?“
“Is it for the loyal and brave Brook and Pierce, and my soldiers?”
“Is it for the desperate and defenseless weak and elderly citizens who see me as a god and their only hope?”
“Hehe, since when did I become this great?”
Fei taunted himself many times. He doubted and questioned his decision more than once. But at this moment, seeing the strongman standing in front of him, the strongmen on the other side of the bridge who were madly trying to get across and the soldiers who were trying to rush out of the castle to support their peers and their king……Fei suddenly felt like there was nothing to hesitate about, and that everything was the way it should have been.
This was the decision of a real king.
After breathing in the air filled with the smell of blood from the battlefield, Fei walked beside Drogba. He smiled and said to the strongman who was pumped and ready to die, “When you get back, pass on my commands. Tell Brook and Lampard to stop our soldiers and citizens and make them retreat immediately. Regardless of what happens, don’t leave the castle……Remember this. This is my command as the king. It doesn’t matter who it is, everyone must obey, or else it will be considered treason!”
“What? Back……” Drogba was confused. He didn’t get what Fei meant.
At that moment, Fei suddenly took the axe out of Drogba’s hands and held the strongman by his waist. He tensed up his upper body and lifted Drogba off of the ground. He turned around and used the momentum of the rotation to throw Drogba away.
Drogba didn’t any time to react. He just felt like his body was suddenly light.
The next moment, his vision blurred as he flew through the wind. In a series of gasps, he was thrown like a sandbag by Fei and flew over the big gap. He landed on the other side of the bridge. Fei’s throw had demonstrated the Barbarians’ ability to utilize their own strength; Drogba smashed into the other half of the bridge and glided four or five yards (m). There were tons of sparks on his metal armour from rubbing against the bridge. His body finally stopped gliding at where the rest of the strongmen were standing. Aside from a slight dizziness due to the fall, Drogba wasn’t injured at all.
“Go back! All of you!……Trust me, I will make it back!”