But Eric Foster knew, because he had already regarded George Washington as a figure like an elder to him. Without George Washington, there would be no present-day ‘Wen Tian Sword’ Eric Foster. He also regarded Olivia Johnson as his true love; without Olivia Johnson, there would be no future Eric Foster.

　　The only thing that can truly break one’s heart is parting!

　　But he knew that parting is for the sake of reunion!

　　He, just like Marshal Johnson, only wanted to fiercely attack Huanglong and bring peace to the people of the world. Only then would there be no Yaksha Spear General, nor any ‘Wen Tian Sword’ Eric Foster!

　　Only a pair of lovers who have pledged their hearts to each other, never to be separated for eternity!

　　But just then, the scouts ahead reported back: Zhuxian Town is in urgent danger!

　　General Clark is trapped at Xiaoshang River!

　　Eric Foster set out overnight, rushing to provide support. He only hoped that The Clark Brothers could hold on until he arrived!

　　A sharp pain struck Eric Foster's heart. William Johnson, Michael Bolton, Henry Smith, David Clark, and himself, Eric Foster, were known on the Song-Jin battlefield as the ‘Five Tigers of the Yue Family’. Everyone knew that to eliminate George Washington, the five tigers must be killed first. Yet among the five tigers, each possessed the courage to stand against ten thousand men—who could possibly have the ability to kill them all!

　　But, The Clark Brothers was actually dead, killed at Xiaoshang River, his body pierced by a rain of arrows. When he arrived, he could only see The Clark Brothers's corpse. Yet The Clark Brothers had fought valiantly, killing most of the Jin soldiers at Zhuxian Town.

　　When he arrived, he only finished off the remaining Jin soldiers, never expecting to run into Matthew Bennett, who had come to the rescue!

　　The main commanders of both Song and Jin were extraordinary, and all knew the strategic importance of Zhuxian Town—it absolutely could not be lost. The Jin army hoped to rely on Zhuxian Town to launch another southern invasion, while Marshal Johnson also wanted to seize Zhuxian Town and use it as a springboard to cross the river and campaign north!

　　He was the first wave of troops, knowing that reinforcements would surely arrive one after another. Even if no one else came, he knew that Olivia would definitely come. The Yaksha Spear General would never let the ‘Wen Tian Sword’ face danger alone, because in Olivia's heart, Eric Foster was like that piece of jade—an inseparable part of her life.

　　Jade, that’s right, that piece of jade. Suddenly remembering something, Eric Foster reached into his chest, but the movement tugged at the IV bottle by the bedside, making a mess. Only then did he realize he seemed to be tied up.

　　He quickly glanced at the restraints on his body, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. These people underestimated him too much, trying to tie him up with some rags. But in the next moment, he was puzzled—the situation didn’t seem right. It was more like they were treating his wounds. Had he been injured and rescued by his own soldiers? But where were his brothers? If he had fallen into Matthew Bennett's hands, he would never be treated so lightly—he’d probably be locked in an iron cage by now. Matthew Bennett certainly knew that Eric Foster was as tough as iron and impossible to kill!

　　But neither scenario seemed to fit. If he wasn’t captured by his own brothers or by the Jin soldiers, then where was he?

　　And who was this middle-aged woman, and why did she care so much about him?

　　He had met countless people and could always tell good intentions from bad. He could already see the anxiety and concern in the middle-aged woman’s eyes!

　　Volume One: Where Am I? Chapter Three: Who Am I?

　　“Ethan, don’t scare Mom.” Seeing the strange look in her son’s eyes on the bed, as if he wanted to struggle, the middle-aged woman asked anxiously, “Can you see my hand clearly?” She kept waving her hand in front of her son’s eyes, her gaze full of worry.

　　After watching the middle-aged woman’s actions for a while, Eric Foster finally said, “I can, but I... I’m not Ethan.” His voice was a bit low, with an unexpected magnetism!

　　The middle-aged man’s face, which had been full of smiles, suddenly became uneasy. He nudged Dr. Smith. Dr. Smith was momentarily stunned, then came to his senses and said softly, “You’ve just woken up, it’s best not to exert yourself too much. Let me check your injuries...” As he spoke, he bent down and took out a stethoscope, intending to check the young man’s heartbeat.

　　“You don’t need to put on an act. My injuries are serious, but I’m not dead yet.” Although he couldn’t muster his inner energy, he could already sense the injuries in his body. No matter how severe, he could heal himself—what was the point of these people pretending?

　　A thought flashed through Eric Foster's mind. Could this be some trick of Matthew Bennett? “Since I’ve fallen into your hands, do whatever you want. Where is Matthew Bennett? Let him come out and see me.”

　　Staring intently at the stethoscope in Dr. Smith's hand, Eric Foster's eyes were filled with curiosity. What kind of weapon was this? Why was it shaped so strangely? He had never seen anything like it before—a soft tube, with a shiny, round metal thing at the end. But his whole body was weak, and he knew struggling was useless, so he might as well see how they planned to torture him.

　　“What? Who is Matthew Bennett?” Dr. Smith asked in confusion, standing up and turning to the middle-aged woman and man. “Do you have any relatives named Matthew Bennett?”