"It fell down!"
"Everyone, look quickly. It seems like that bastard Barton!"
...
When the crowd saw the figure falling from mid-air, they surged towards the direction where Barton landed like a tide.
By this time, the soldiers had already received orders from above, knowing that the Northwest had surrendered unconditionally, they didn't try to stop them anymore.
With a bang.
General Barton crashed into a billboard, flipped once in mid-air, landed on a fabric awning of an open-air café, then bounced off, crashing onto the middle of the road.
He had already suffered internal injuries, and blood was oozing from his nose, mouth, and ears, yet he was still barely breathing.
When the café employees who had been driven out saw him, they screamed and then spat at him from afar.
Following her lead, everyone's emotions were stirred.
