Xiang Yu had been observing Luo Lin and his group. Seeing that they had already rebelled, he walked over with his brothers in a swagger.
Today, nearly all of Xiang Yu's brothers had come out, adding up to over a hundred people. They surrounded Luo Lin's group and slowly approached them.
Although Luo Lin's brothers had decided to surrender, they were still nervously holding their guns, back to back in a circle.
"Put down your guns," Xiang Yu said, standing in front of them with his hands clasped behind his back.
The men were on high alert, and although they had decided to surrender, no one wanted to be the first to throw down their gun—perhaps it was a matter of shame.
Xiang Yu was not in a hurry and just stood there, calmly watching everyone. Tie Zhuzi, behind him, was getting impatient, eager to move.
Finally, unable to bear the torment any longer, someone first threw down their gun. Once one did, the others also threw their guns to the ground.