Isaac's slap sent Warwick spinning like a top, his rifle fell, and he was dazed.
Isaac reached out again. He held Warwick by his throat and lifted him, saying coldly, "A commander of 50 thousand soldiers, huh? Fascinating!"
Isaac gave him another slap. Warwick spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hey you, let our commander go immediately, or we'll start shooting!" The man with a crew cut went down on one knee and got into a shooting position.
The rest of the soldiers followed suit.
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