"In the fifth opening era, the invasion of New Eden lasted for about five years, until the end of the year, New Eden reached a contract with the countries of the East Continent and retreated. You and your peers fought with the New Eden for about two thousand days and nights. How did you face such days?"

Sitting at the shooting scene of the Ayarok Years Record, the young host was talking to several players of that year. At this time, it was the white-headed old man as the main speaker. This was a pure earthling, a player in the fifth opening era. It has been a hundred years since then, and wrinkles have already climbed onto his face.

"Of course I fought with them. It was a memory that could make me remember for a lifetime. From the beginning of breaking through the mountain road to breaking through the Ashby defense line in the third year, I fought with them in the Ashby area. At that time, I served in the Blood Debt Team... Yes, it was the battle group formed by descendants who had abandoned the identity of the king because of timidity." The old man mentioned his past, and his face was full of nostalgia.

"But you finally found glory, aren't you, Lord Li?" The young man looked at the old man with a smile, at the star on his shoulder, and even at the service seal on his chest.

"But at that time, we were just descendants of deserters. Our first commander contacted our peers. He said that he wanted to rebuild the Blood Debt Battle and return the flag to the sequence of the 999 Battle Chapters of the Federation... We thought this was a good way, so everyone came together and devoted themselves to that world. We all felt that our generation could not fulfill this long-cherished wish, and never thought that the New Eden would launch an attack in the third year of the fifth opening."

"So, you still need to thank those guys?" The young man raised his eyebrows.

"..." The old man looked at the young man from head to toe, then laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and then laughed twice like relief: "I shouldn't blame you. Last year, even the eleventh opening ended. The fifth opening of the corpse and blood sea for you is just a story that lives in records and memories, but for us, what New Eden brings to the East Continent is not the story of yours in documentaries and novels, but the future of death, despair and invisible."

"...Sorry, Your Excellency." The young man noticed the old man's unhappiness.

"I won't blame you, kid, for the eleventh time, even the general's grandchildren have played with him. I shouldn't be too demanding of you who are the same age as them." The old man stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.

"Then, since you mentioned that, can you tell me what did you meet with him?" The young man smiled awkwardly, and then led the topic to another direction without any trace.

"In the small town of Kalid, I still remember that Lord Marceau has been on the front line, and then in the early stages of the Third Human-Word War, the lieutenant who stood on the front line with us big-headed soldiers." The old man's peers laughed and replied: "He is an amazing warrior, just like his ancestor."

"Kalid, it's the first regional battle between Kalid and Tashichi." The young man obviously did his homework, and he immediately thought of this battle.

"Yes, at that time, our Blood Debt Team was in Kareed. Colonel Li Ke was leading his team to fight bloody battles in Tashichi City. Kareed gave us the group of small teams and scattered soldiers to jointly defend the battle. No one would have thought that the New Eden would have regarded it as the second breakthrough point." The old man licked the corner of his mouth: "When we confirmed the New Eden's idea, the left side of the battlefield had been broken, and the New Eden's soldiers almost completed the encirclement of the northern passage of Kareed."

"But the Third Squadron of Blood Debt and the Apostle of the Kitten Man stopped the New Edens from the encirclement, and the warriors gained a precious five minutes for the reinforcements." The young man naturally knew that the New Edens could not get what they wanted in the end.

"Yes, for these five minutes, the third squadron only had the last squad. Unfortunately, the young squad finally lost in the third year of the Third Human-Word War... The leader of the group had transferred the young children to the rear, but they took the initiative to stay on the battlefield, but they encountered the group of insects' group charges... Their good luck was used up." When talking about this detail, the old man sighed: "Sorry, I'm off topic."

"No, I know that every person in the Blood Debt Battle is a hero. Whether in Ayarok or in the Chinaro Galaxy, you who are bound by gravity are all good." The young man really respects the battle between the old man and him.

"We are all just mortals who don't want to watch the world slide into the abyss." This time, the old man sitting there replied in unison.

Yes, I just don’t want to watch the world I like slide into the abyss.

The young man knew what these old people were thinking. In the 11th Open Time, people of his peers stopped the invasion of chaos more than once, and what they thought was just this idea.

"Let's go back to Mr. Marceau. His lover, Ms. Yuan and her Saint Squad helped us. Without her and those kittens anti-evil arrays and dispersing the dead, our third squadron simply insisted on the reinforcements." The old lady sitting next to the old man added: "At that time, I was the military doctor of the second squadron. When Ms. Yuan decided to lead the team to reinforcements, Mr. Marceau was still very worried, because Ms. Yuan was sometimes very natural."

"Of course, sometimes it's natural and sometimes it's natural and dark." The old man beside her said with a smile.

"I think Ms. Yuan is more black. After all, when she is with you, her performance has always been very at ease." The old man holding the microphone said with a smile.

"Yes, both Ms. Yuan and Mrs. Yan are very interested. Unfortunately, they have always been voluntary soldiers of the Longerxi team, but they were still unable to wear our military uniforms in the end." The young man also added to the topic with a smile: "Speaking of this, I am a little envious of you. Born in that era and walking with legends must be a very precious memory."

"...Yes, the days of fighting with you and his lovers have always been the best experience in our memory. Whether it is on the cliffs of Carede or on the surface of Chinaro, you have a special charm. When you are at Carede, we still can't detect it. But when he and they eat canned food with us, I realized that some people are really born as a hero. If you didn't have your Lord Marceau and your brothers who are born and die together, whether it's blood debt or death, many battle groups would have collapsed long ago, but when we are troubled by the pain brought to us by war, Marceau will always enlighten us, and we will also feel that even the descendants of the Speaker and the First Level General Bai Chaoran and his lovers can stand in the trenches with us in the trenches and face death. What else can we complain about?"

"You are heroes too." The young man sighed at the old man in front of him.

"We are just mortals who are lucky enough to walk with heroes." The old man smiled.

"Yes, those who leave their names on the Federal Heroes Memorial Ring of the Coyber Belt are the real heroes," his companion added.

"His Excellency Marceau rejected the title of Federal Hero at the beginning, how could we press this title on our own heads? This is the greatest blasphemy to those companions who died in Chinaro." The old lady retorted righteously.

"Then... I have another question, how do you think of you being surrounded by Kalyd when His Excellency Marceau finally got on the battle boat with his squad and began to make a transition."

"If Your Excellency Marceau just ran away, I would never forgive him, but he and his companions finally snatched the "Eternal Cliff" of the floating city. I think it is really a glory for our Blood Debt Team to be able to cut off the rear of the battle group by Kareed." After the old man said, he looked at his old friends: "Just like in Chinaro, every time He left us, he would go to the line of defense that needed him the most. Brothers with brothers need him even more, so we are very proud, because You believe in Blood Debt and us."

"And our blood debt has not let down your trust. Whether in Kalid or Chinaro, we have always followed the general. Because of this, we can once again proudly call ourselves the king." The old man said this and pointed to the young people on the big screen: "There are many companions who have not waited for the day when the king accepted us. Some of them even walked in the world of Ayarok."

"For example, our first large leader, he chose a high elf as his character, but he died in the Battle of Chinaro himself, and his character lived to the eleventh opening..." The old lady sighed: "Wait a minute, we seem to be off topic again."

"That's right, because we are already some old people who are counting on memories and pasts." A companion laughed loudly.

The old man holding the microphone also smiled, and he turned his head to look at the group photo of the Blood Debt Battle Squadrons switching on the screen.

At that time, everyone was still young, and some young squads were still half-aged. They once thought that the invasion of the New Edens was the most evil thing in the world.

But who would know that twelve years later, another nest of bugs would invade the Federation and provoke the Third Human-Word War.

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Marceau reached out and patted the half-baby in front of him. Just now, a shell exploded nearby, lifting a large amount of construction waste into the trenches. As a soil element, construction waste naturally looked like floating soil, but the players around him were in trouble, with unlucky guys everywhere. He had just dug out a bad guy and lucky guy. Except for the dust on his face, this guy looked fine.

"Are you okay!" asked Marceau.

"Very good!" The half-baby patted her head: "I feel like a train is driving by my ear."

"It's okay, at least it's not a destroyer opening a wormhole next to you. In that case, it's not a problem of deafness." Marceau pulled the boy out of the floating soil and patted the dust on his body: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Li!" The half-year-old man who seemed to have some problems with his ears shouted, not knowing that the volume was enough to hurt the cat man's eardrum.

But it's good, at least this kid hasn't been fooled by the shells, and he still remembers his surname, so Marceau handed over a musket to the kid instead of the war nurse who came from Wen Yan: "Pick it up! Go! Hold the fire at the new Eden under the slope!"

At the same time, the artillery behind him also began to fight back. While squeezing the floating soil, Marceau noticed that his shells hit the queue of the new Edens who were moving forward, causing a lot of unlucky guys.

"Who fired that gun just now! I want to add chicken legs to his battlefield meal!" The blood debt leader shouted loudly.

Where did you come from the chicken legs? You, a long-eared elf, aren't crazy?
Chapter completed!