They are even more aware that this is not just a choice, but a threat.
If, at this moment, they were wearing armor and holding weapons.
Facing threats, they could still resist.
But now, they are not only unarmed, their hands and feet are also bound by chains and ropes.
The glances of the captives shift, constantly looking at their comrades beside them.
In doing so.
They hope to find a way to respond from among them.
However, all the captives are like this.
Facing the choice between loyalty and death, they are at a loss.
Behind Tyrone, a few hesitant voices arose.
"Commander Tyrone... What should we do now?"
"Yes, how should we choose?"
"..."
Tyrone did not respond, still pondering in his mind.
As everyone hesitated, Tyrone took two steps forward, standing at the forefront.
He stared straight ahead at Lynn, speaking in a low voice.
"This noble Lord..."
"You also know that before becoming captives we were soldiers, soldiers who fought fiercely to protect our homeland."
