Everything he did was for Rama——

A tall and thin boy with light brown curly hair, he loves to laugh very much. When he smiles, his blue-green eyes are like rippling blue waves, and light freckles are piled on his cheeks, revealing his naughty nature.

He is Moro, a retinue of the same age whom Kalki met at the Palace of Foch.

The emperor changed the practice of the Knights and summoned the best young people and elites of the Knights to the Forbidden Palace in the name of training. From then on, there was the "Immortal Army", the forbidden army directly under the emperor's jurisdiction.

Varuna frowned at this, he was very politically acumen; but Kalki, who was curious and enthusiastic by nature, rushed to the new world, and he was transferred from "Trayestri Mausoleum" to "Sumilu"——

A new, magnificent and beautiful Bukhara, even many places are much more modern than the ancient one.

Different from the orderliness and noble calmness in the traditional "Trayes Mausoleum", the chaotic and exuberant hormones of white boys in the newly built "Sumilu" are bursting out everywhere.

When he was released from the automatic confinement room, Kalki turned his head and saw a young man rushing out from the next room. The two smiled at each other tacitly.

This was his first acquaintance with Moro.

They are similar in age and are so in tune with each other that they stay vigil in the palace together, chat and brag together, and fantasize about life together.

Until two hours before Rama was killed in battle, they were still chatting in the calm position.

"We have been fighting for so long, I can't even remember the time... There are only a few people left in a marine company." Moro looked very sad. The first battle of the new recruits of the Knights begins with a land battle. This is unchanged.

It's an old tradition, but no one wants to start with such a tragic battle.

"Reinforcements are coming soon. We can hold on for a while longer, and then we can retreat and repair. This is Deacon Lien's guarantee. I believe him." Kalki opened the helmet of the space armor and exposed his head in the dim light, "We finally

I can go back to Plato, I will have a vacation for the first time, and I can run around. I have been thinking about it for a long time."

"Wow, the soldiers of the Knights are on vacation..." Moro smiled innocently again, "Karki, have you figured out where we are going? Let's go hiking together!"

"Okay! I want to go to the 'Reincarnation Falls' in the 'Stewart Ring' in the fourth continent. It is the most beautiful forest waterfall in Plato! I wanted to see it when I was in geography class!" 18-year-old Kalki said clearly

The blue eyes are full of fantasy, "The silver water flowing down is more than 2,500 meters high. The water mist splashes, and a very spectacular and huge rainbow often appears. Once we return to Plato, let's book a carriage and a youth hotel!"

"Great! I really want to go there right away." Moro seemed to have seen the majestic appearance of the waterfall before his eyes, "People who have been there say it is as beautiful as heaven..."

He looked around, and there was a wasteland all around. The rubble everywhere looked like hell in the dim light.

All memories came to an abrupt end here, and he could not forget the way the originally optimistic Moro bowed his head in sadness at the end.

He lit a holographic candle next to the body bag containing Rama, and the candlelight flickered without any heat.

Deacon Lien raised his head slightly, and there was a "Flower of Nirvana" falling gently. Only knights whose military rank rose to "Undead Army" or above were killed in battle would have the etiquette of releasing the "Flower of Nirvana". These were just mentioned

Naturally, recruits who died on the battlefield cannot enjoy this kind of solemn etiquette.

Unexpectedly, Kalki cast an image of white flowers for his friend alone at the morgue. Life is like this virtual flower, an illusory dream.

"Go back and rest!" Lien's words were gentle, but they were a command. "We will have another fierce battle tomorrow. The dead have seen the end of the war, but the living must fight hard to the end."

"Why?" Kalki suddenly raised his head and asked the deacon, looking helpless and sad.

"Why do we kill people we don't know? Why do people we don't know kill us?... I've been learning to use guns since I was four years old. I treated it as a game. It turned out to be to send us to tens of millions of people."

Light years away, to kill and be killed... Our company, except for me, all died within a month. Why? Why? Aren't Gaians human? Why do we kill each other?"

There was a long silence, and the temporary morgue with white body bags seemed particularly deserted.

"Life is a sacrifice..." Lean opened his mouth to break the silence, his voice full of power.

"Kalki, this is the fate of a Kshatriya, to know true kindness in cruelty."

Cruel mercy, Kalki, who was kneeling in prayer, opened his blue eyes, true mercy.

At the same time, the corpses of Gaia soldiers are also being cleaned up intensively. The casualties of Gaia soldiers are often dozens of times that of Plato soldiers. This time the Messier base suffered heavy casualties. It can be regarded as a pile of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

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The huge ship-borne mobile crematorium was billowing black smoke under the gray sky. Countless robots cleaning the battlefield and carrying hover vehicles were working back and forth. The corpses of ordinary Gaia officers and soldiers were directly incinerated, except for the corpses of senior generals.

Only then will they be exhumed and exchanged for the body of their own commander or prisoners of war.

The execution team of the White Tiger Knights was busy following the orders of Captain Kalki to kill the captured personnel who were young officers with the rank of second lieutenant or above and under the age of 25. The reason why more efficient shooting robots were not used was actually because Plato people were particular about everything.

"Sense of ritual", using a firing squad is similar to the etiquette of executing military nobles.

Of course, the young Gaia officer would not think so.

"I'm over 25 years old!" Emily cried so much that the waterproof mascara stuck to her eyes. She turned pale and yelled.

However, it is no longer difficult to determine the age of Gaia. A group of emotionless artificial intelligence robots gently pricked her finger with a long needle and used blood to test the development of the bone marrow. After a second, the green light came on, and the identification efficiency was extremely high.

High.

As a result, a group of young officers were taken away and shot while wailing.

"Emily! Nissy!" Lancer Xu desperately called the names of the few remaining young female soldiers in the Seventh Fleet Command, and was stopped by the management robot.

"You are a group of barbarians! Kalki, you are not human at all!" the young second lieutenant shouted at the top of his voice, "You are simply more barbaric than the ancients. No modern person will be like you!"

The Platonic people did not understand his cry and ignored it. The older senior officers on the side suddenly relaxed because they were pardoned. They were relieved because they were exhausted both physically and mentally. They slumped on the ground and had no intention of caring about others anymore.

Lancer, who was together, watched the tragedy happen.

"Union!" He saw Plato soldiers escorting the captured Zhang Ming over.

"Lancer! Are we surrendering?" Zhang Mingming looked very embarrassed. His left arm was penetrated by a high-energy particle gun, and blood stains were all over his combat uniform. Since he was about to be sent to be killed, no one cared about treatment.

In this matter, he could only cover the wound, looking very painful.

"Yes! We surrendered, Messier fell, and General Schwartz committed suicide..." Lancer, who was slim and slim, stood in a daze.

"Are 1.2 million people trapped here? I just saw the body of the Chief of General Staff..." The tears flowing from Zhang Ming's blue eyes flowed horizontally on the dark skin, so bright and full of color.

Indescribable grief.

"Why? Everyone tried their best, but still failed?!" the young lieutenant roared.

Lancer wanted to hug his old friend and cry together, but he was forced to pull away by the ruthless and weird surveillance robot.

"I hate Plato people!" Zhang Ming's eyes seemed to have flames burning, "I won't give in!"

He was taken to six young officers who were to be shot, including girls: Nissy and Emily, female officers of the Seventh Fleet.

They were completely frightened and could not even cry anymore.

"Lance Xu!" When Zhang Ming was taken away, he looked back at him from a distance. This was the first time he called him by his full name, "Help us take revenge! Do you hear me!"

The young officer with a disheveled uniform and no demeanor stood blankly. The cold wind blew into his collar that had been pulled open by the general. His throat was so tight that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The execution method of Plato's army is still based on the German volleyball method of the old earth, but the guns have been replaced by advanced laser guns.

Twenty Plato executioners lined up in a row, and then fired laser beams continuously at the seven young Gaia officers who were standing. This happened right in front of Lancer's eyes, and he watched helplessly as his college classmates were executed.

This is not true, this is just a dream, temporarily joining the Seventh Fleet is a dream——

Lancer saw them all fall heavily to the ground.

He who was timid in the past must have been too intimidated to look directly, but this time he opened his eyes wide and saw clearly.

Everything after that seemed like a dream to Lancer. They were taken into a prisoner-of-war center for senior officers by surveillance robots.

Lieutenant Xu's steps were so heavy that he couldn't move forward. He kept looking back and saw Zhang Ming lying on the ground curled up, as peaceful as a fetus in its mother's womb.

My eyes were blurry and tears rolled down my face.

Gods regard mortals as ants and kill them for fun.

"Our Heavenly Father, have mercy on us and have mercy on our enemies... My debt is blood, and I hope the Father in Heaven will forgive me, Ami."

After praying, Kalki stood up in an elegant and solemn manner.

The leader and several knights in white robes stood in a row of corpses that seemed to be infinitely spread out. Everything was so quiet, even with a hint of holiness.

Plato's army occupied Messier's main base and became the first domino to fall:

The regional fleet dispatched by Admiral von Abenberg hurriedly returned to the Obi main base.

But the Gaia fleet, which did not dare to fight against the two tired Plato fleets, still encountered trouble - the Plato Eighth Fleet "Achaemenids", which was unable to make a contribution in Messier, was eyeing it.

The "Achaemenids" continued to pursue them, and finally caught up with this small fleet, which was exhausted from the long voyage, near the Twin Star Gates.

Bombardments, explosions, fierce space fleet encounters.

In the end, only a few ships of the Gaia fleet escaped and returned home. The severely damaged flagship "Rhine" escaped into the vast dark universe with a few frigates.

The light of cosmic war transcends time and space, because only tens of millions of light-years later, humans can capture the light of destruction in that moment.

At the Messier base, after 72 hours of rest and mass, Kalki once again used his passionate voice to encourage all the knights to embark on another expedition to the stars.

"'Hatusa' chose to return, but... Messier is the biggest and brightest jewel in the crown of 'Sapanit'. We have received the highest reward and will receive more honors.

The victory belongs only to our White Tiger Knights..."

A burst of crazy and deafening cheers. It has only been three days, but these bellicose white tiger knights have forgotten the pain of the fierce battle and have regained the courage to fight again.

"Why give up on taking those little gems into your arms in one breath? Bite your teeth, warriors! The Gaians are scared out of their wits. Other small bases will be frightened when they see us. We must keep up our efforts and continue the war.

, this is a more courageous journey than 'Jason's March', because we first captured Messier, which was once unbreakable... Our Knights will continue to ravage and plunder the entire Sarpanit!"

"Warriors! For Valhalla!"

Kalki's blue eyes burst with incomparable brilliance. He raised his right arm and raised his head proudly, saluting all the knights with the "Roman salute".
To be continued...