All of these efforts were made for one sole purpose: Forward, forward, forward! Ever onward!
Then, with facts as hard as iron and lessons as stern as iron, they would declare resoundingly to those beasts still attempting to enslave the entire Human Race: The Human Race will never be slaves!
And as these people, having all cast aside their pasts, flocked to the ramparts of Quan State City in an unprecedented, unceasing wave, their eyes fell upon the No.12 cannon tower. Inside it, Jin Botao, whose arm had been shattered by the cannon's recoil, was finally forced to abandon his relentless efforts at the cannon and come to greet these arrivals—influential figures who, at least within Quan State, were capable of shaping the city's destiny.
