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I killed a fleeing soldier and when I arrived at his home, I saw the body of a woman who had committed suicide and a son lying next to him begging for life. I sighed at the loyalty of his sister and wanted to spare her life and sell her into slavery, so I ordered my followers to tie her up. The child was hiding in the arms of the sword, suddenly he suddenly rose up, severed the neck of his head, and struck the rest. I killed him. After observing his head injury, and re-examining the wound on the neck of the woman's body, I suspected that the son did not want his sister's humiliation, so he killed her. I love my son's bravery, and sincerely sighed, "When my son grows up, he will be a warrior."