"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Excited shouts immediately erupted from the crowd.
Driven by Zhang Beixing's words, the Martial Artists' faces flushed, thrilled beyond measure.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing knew his goal was achieved—everyone's emotions were stirred. He said no more. Instead, he had someone come forward to distribute the firearms he had purchased from Huo Honghao. Then he proceeded to give them brief instructions on how to use and aim the weapons.
Soon enough, these individuals had mastered the use of firearms, and a fully armed army of Martial Artists had taken shape.
With guns in hand, the Martial Artists looked revitalized, like unsheathed swords—incredibly sharp, their cutting edge unmistakable. There was no trace of their previous dejection or low morale.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, very spirited! Now, everyone prepare! March out and crush the bandits!"
