"Those who are afraid may run away! Those who wish to live may run away! However! At least do not drive your comrades who have been with you to death!"
Topal's voice, mixed with hot tears, was clearly conveyed to everyone even amidst the screams and cries. In the midst of the hell of Abigyuhuan, everyone felt a sense of shame that wrung their hearts at the cry of one person who had made a firm resolution.
They trembled as they turned away from their comrades, whom they had caught, knocked down, and trampled upon.
"I will fight the enemy to the end! For the people of this land who are isolated and dying there!"
Topal's voice roared like a lion's, his spear held aloft.
"Is there anyone who will join me?"
Silence greeted his call. Undeterred, Topal shouted again.
"Are you saying that there is really no one who will be with me?"
When no one answered, he encouraged them instead.
"Good! Then get out of here! Get out of this land, and make sure you survive and return home!"
