The Earl of the Legal Earl of New Eden died at the gun of a demobilized civilian soldier. This is a big news. New Eden cannot contain the fire at all. The cruel war has lasted for three years. The casualties and injuries on both sides have been calculated by the indigenous people. Once, one or two thousand people died in a day when swords, guns, swords and halberds were fought in a bloody battle, but now, a round of shells can cause such deaths, and the wounded are several times more likely to be counted.

The strings in the hearts of the Aboriginal people can no longer collapse.

Even if there are magical techniques, they cannot stop all kinds of disabilities. Many indigenous people have battlefield mental syndrome, and the most common one is tsuki syndrome. After all, it only took three years to evolve from medieval group fights to the level of World War II. In this era when air power is even more crazy and armored power is even more crazy, the lives of infantry soldiers are like numbers.

Not only the New Edens, but many of the indigenous soldiers in the East Continent also hated war from the bottom of their hearts. In the past, the whip of the nobles could effectively educate the farmers, but now, before the whip was swung, perhaps the revolver had already pointed it.

The cracks between the nobles and the people are like bottomless cracks.

Therefore, after returning to Ashbey and knowing the fear among the Aboriginal soldiers, Marceau decided to use his identity to summon these soldiers to Ashbey’s Restoration Square to give a speech.

So, when Masce, wearing ordinary warrior armor, walked up to the high platform in the center of the square and signaled the mage on the side of the platform to start activate the sound and phantoms, he looked at the soldiers below: "There is the exile group of Sha'an over there, please raise your hand."

Two rows of people on the west side of Marso raised their hands high, and these half-elves were really tall.

Marceau nodded with a smile: "I heard that you have worked hard to follow Duke Huguo all the way north."

The half-elves smiled, and one of the half-elves standing in front lowered their heads and bowed to Marceau.

"I've met my old friend, let me tell you about this war. I know how terrible the war is, especially in this era. In just a few years, the war has sublimated from a group fight between a few nobles to pouring steel and flesh into each other. Many people can't stand this new method, because everyone thinks that this is just a life-and-death battle between nobles. At worst, we can just flee north. Anyway, the new Eden cannot fight the north."

The whole square was silent, and Marceau shook his head: "I don't know if the fugitives of Sha'an thought so, but I know that if the New Edens were not stopped, the wave of death would eventually flood everything. By that time, no matter whether you are a master or a mud-legged person, you will only drown."

"Maybe you don't understand the big truth, but I know that many of you join the army just to get your children's tickets to the north, right?"

Marceau's question was quickly answered, and many people raised their hands.

"You also know that if the New Edens ruled this land, your children would likely die, because this is not a game of land grabbing between nobles and masters. New Eden does not have a trace of warmth for living people, but compared with them, even if the old men whip it on their bodies, they will at least get hot, right?"

The square was filled with laughter.

Marceau smiled, then sighed again: "I know this is not fair to you, because this is a damn arrival, a bloody era, but at least we who stand by you do not want this world to flow into blood."

"I know, sir!" A noisy and neat answer rang out in the square.

Some indigenous people were talking about the judge, some indigenous people called Masceh by Hope, while some indigenous people called the commander affectionately.

Marceau raised his hands and pressed down.

"I know everyone has a hard time. In the next battle, it will definitely be even more bitter. We will not be covered in food and are in rags. Every day, we face purgatory where we will be killed if we don't kill people. But tell me, soldiers! Why are we fighting!"

"To return to Sha'an!" the half-elves of the Exiles' Team replied neatly.

The answers are all kinds of strange. Some want to succeed, some want to make a name for themselves, and some want to gain more military achievements. Fortunately, they have gained more land after the war.

Marceau smiled and waited until the Aboriginal soldiers looked at him again.

"When I was very young, my master asked me what to do if one day I was involved in a war." Recalling the conversation with my great-grandfather, Marceau smiled: "I answered, I want to be a great hero."

There was a lot of laughter in the audience.

"My great-grandfather praised me, then took me to the Great Wall of War Nobody, pointed to the countless names on it and asked me if I really wanted to be carved on it." After saying that, Marceau was silent: "I shook my head at that time because it was full of dead people's names. I was only six years old at that time, but I instinctively felt that I didn't want to die."

The audience laughed first, and then slowly fell silent.

Marceau licked the corner of his mouth: "Great-grandfather didn't blame me. He said that greed for life and fear of death is the basic right that every life has."

The expressions of the indigenous people in the audience were shocked to the extreme unity.

"Yes, when I was young, I was afraid of death, but as I grew older, I realized that I left the meaning of the name on the wall surrounding the entire galaxy. Life feared death, but sometimes, I had to embrace death, because some of them died to protect their comrades; some died to win the battle; and more people formed a bank with their comrades to protect the weakness and innocence behind them."

"I have heard the last words left by a dead man before the war. He said that there is no superpower in our world, no magic, and no gods. No one can live forever, but every mortal can live forever. I may die today, but we have not shamed our surnames, nor disappointed our comrades who have entrusted behind us, and did not hand over the fate of weak and innocent to the demons, nor did the flag of the war group be buried in the mud and allowed the enemy to trample on it. If I die today, I will only do the last thing in my life right, that's it."

After taking a sip of water, Marceau looked at the soldiers in the audience and continued: "From that time, I no longer want to be a great hero. I am just a mortal who likes small animals, is kind to neighbors, and cherishes friendship and love... But I understand, just like those of New Eden, the living people among them did not step on this land with extreme hatred for the living, nor did everyone step on this land with malice of killing and plundering... But this is a land that you, I, everyone loves deeply, have vowed to protect well." After a breath, Marceau pressed his hands on the podium and looked at the soldiers below: "Although some of them are precious to New Eden

The tribe came forcing, and although they were deceived and maliciously incited, it was precisely because of this that I realized more deeply that I was a warrior, an executioner, a soldier who was destined to kill those enemies who invaded our land. I was not a man who fought to be a great hero, nor a noble, nor a king or an emperor. From the day I understood why I fought, I realized that I was a butcher who killed so that the day of mankind would stop killing each other as soon as possible, a guard who was bloody to protect his comrades, and a mortal who died in order to protect the weak and innocent people behind me."

Looking at the stunned soldiers in the audience, Marceau nodded and then asked loudly to the soldiers: "Soldiers, tell me, do you understand why you will fight now?"

The indigenous people in the audience were first silent, then cheered neatly. Finally, a voice gradually became unified: "Victory!", and the indigenous people shouted loudly.

"Yes, we need victory! We fight to protect our land! Our family! Our comrades! Our conscience! Soldiers! Victory will eventually belong to us!"
Chapter completed!