Some sages said that every man has his childhood self in his heart, and he probably didn't notice it, or he was disdainful to point out the chaotic shadow dragged under the child's feet.

Yes, men are teenagers until death, but there is also a devil in their hearts. Since the first flame blooms from the hands of ancient people, humans have a definite history of civilization, and nearly six thousand years have passed. Culture and civilization have changed, but they have been condensed to the extreme, and only six words remain.

War, peace, revolution.

It is like a waltz of endless reincarnation, and the twisted shadow in the male heart plays a role in it. There are many insidious politicians, despicable conspirators, and shameless war madmen.

It is not the kind of loser who needs to understand and write about how he needs to write about how he needs to do; it is not the loser in the theory of success, king, defeat, bandits, but the shameful human figure who will eventually be nailed to the pillars of history.

The children in men's hearts are like shadows. In this purest little human-shaped heart, there are countless characters. They are once innocent children, carefree children, children who are happy with success, children who are afraid of violence, and children born in poor children. These children will eventually grow up and become adults with children and shadows in their hearts. But until death, they remember their young days, their vows, their beauty and suffering, and their vows will not let that suffering come again.

Some of them will be controlled by shadows and eventually become what they don’t want to become, because the devil is tempted; while some children do not want to be controlled, but eventually become what they don’t want to become, because the devil is whispering; even those who know what they are thinking from the beginning and work hard for them can become what they want, because the devil is humming.

In this process of civilization, the shadow in human hearts has been shrouded in the sky of civilization since BC. In the Middle Ages, morality was like the most beautiful scene, and it could only be seen occasionally. Most of the time, such beauty could only be met in dreams. At that time, humans believed more about the prey of the weak, more about the game between the U.S. and more about the non-unique race, their hearts would be different.

In fact, they are not wrong, because every era has the beliefs that each era must have. It is not unreasonable that we are smarter than other species.

Unity and confrontation, survival and destruction are what a civilization must experience and face, and are also what individuals in civilization must practice and be vigilant.

In our era, we are born as human beings and will not be treated differently by human physical beliefs. Our vision is far beyond the souls who were bound by gravity in the Middle Ages. We know how to do good and how to stop evil. Just like the martyrs of the First Human-Word War, without their sacrifice, there would be no beauty you and I see today, and without their death battles, the history of human beings on earth will be only a short story in the collection of insect food ingredients from now on.

Some people may say that no hero is born in heaven, and it will be like the long night forever.

Remember, children, there has never been any savior in this world, nor does it rely on any gods and emperors. Every hero is just a mortal, because mortals have the awareness of being mortals. Only mortals know that they are with their own life and death, and that is the most reliable.

This is not a traverse in the shopping mall, nor is it a union in the love field. Only war, while war destroys everything, it also sublimates everything.

Being born in the same era as the heroes is my greatest pride in my life. I will thank each of them every day in my life.

May the flag of the Federation never fall.

Opening his eyes from the memories, Marceau looked at the stars that were jumping out of the distant horizon. In the memories just now, his history teacher, the old man who passed away due to illness a few years ago, said that he was a very interesting old man. It is said that he was born in the First Human-Word War era. He was born on Mars and joined his younger brother to the conservation fleet transformed by the King's War Clan to escape from birth. He had a very incisive view of that past. His views on those heroes are far more acceptable than those young people who just praise me.

They are heroes and even more mortals. It is precisely because they are mortals that their choices at that time will be even more respected by others.

"Fifteen minutes to enter the field, Commander Marceau." The reminder from the commander of the combat boat wing came from the Arcane headset.

"Learn, this is Marceau, we will arrive in fifteen minutes, how the battle is going."

"When the fourth wave of reinforcements arrived, a large enemy battle group appeared from the left. Now they are forcibly crossing the river. Commander Xu Xiaoshi of the Sword of the Sky has led several battle groups to support, but the opponent has a large number of people. The enemy has crossed the river and obtained a sufficient landing ground." The words of the grassland elf girl who was responsible for conveying intelligence came from the headphones.

"Let's understand, this is Marceau. We will go to the left and tell the commander on the scene to clear out the landing ground for us. The third squadron will land with me on the battlefield." Marceau glanced at the squadron list and chose the third squadron.

"This is Kakarom Finn Popota, the commander of the Third Squadron, and thank you for choosing us." The commander of the Third Squadron of the Aircraft Reservation Wing responded immediately: "It is the glory of the Popota family to be able to fight with you."

Marceau thought for a while and was about to install something. He cleared his throat and turned on the full channel communication.

"Everyone of the Popota family, don't take me as glory, but I should take you as honor. We are all mortals, but we are fortunate to meet in thousands of galaxies and come together for the same goal..." After adjusting our breathing, Marceau continued to express his opinion: "At this moment, you and I are not afraid of death, fearless in hell. In order to prevent this world that our fathers and ancestors from being swallowed up by malice, New Eden may have ten thousand reasons to highlight their invasion. I don't want to refute them one by one. It only takes a little bit. Every innocent they slaughtered and every cub they killed wiped out the so-called justice they preached from the root!"

"Some nobles are hateful, but they are not much better than the hateful nobles. Even if they want to make the kingdom under the stars better, it is not their turn to be the evil neighbors! We can do better what they can do... At least, we will not let innocent people expose themselves in the wilderness and let the cub die tragically in the corner of the sewer..." Marceau glanced at Bounettani, who was sitting in his wife. Looking at her expectant appearance, the cat smiled and reached out and patted her head: "Thank you for being able to join this sacred battle with your own glory, so that we can implement the way of justice. This is the battlefield commander Marceau, and the call is over."

"Commander, it is also our honor to be with you!" This is the commander of the Third Squadron. His face turned red on the screen: "For the best way to be good!"

"We advance to hell, commander, the road to the underworld is not lonely." This commander with the appearance of the Tyrian gave a federal military salute to Marceau on the screen. At the same time, this is also a farewell word used by Chinese armored assault soldiers during the first human-invas war era.

"Our will eventually lead us to victory! This is Momoran Sadada. The 1.2-meter-2 independent combat squadron in Slokadian City can walk with the commander, and it is honorable!" Yi 1.2-meter-2 bowed his head to Marceau and saluted: "Please guide us to the path to glory! Commander!"

"This is the Third Independent Squadron of the King, Commander, you said it right, let us implement justice together." A tall earth player saluted Marceau on the screen.

"You are right, Commander, we don't need a bad neighbor like New Eden to tell us what it means to change the world and rebuild the country. We do more than anyone else." This is a young man who looks like a Chinese, but has long ears and Orien's explicit ears saluting to Marceau on the screen.

More and more screens appeared, and all of them expressed their respect for Marceau, and Marceau also bowed his head with a pious look on his face.
Chapter completed!