What is war?

This is a good question. If you ask a cub of the Longershi civilization, the kittens will say that war is an eternal camping, and life is the campfire in this camping. When it is lit and when it is extinguished, it all depends on the will of heaven. Big cats will not say anything big, but few civilizations are like them, and have militarized education from kindergarten.

The children of Telshan and Garole, who are one-meter two, will be confused and say that war is not good, but in order not to make themselves and their descendants become food, they must learn to face the war directly. Of course, the Tobi people must be added now.

The Seles did not like war, but when the war really fell on them, everyone in the principality would face it calmly and send the cowards in their civilization to the most dangerous battlefield.

The long-eared Orien tribes... How to say that the cruel civil war that once occurred in that great empire made them instinctively hate war and even hate war. But if the opponent is the man-cannibal Zerg, then these long-eared Orien tribes are the most warlike races in the entire multiverse. Only when fighting against the Zergs can these separated Orien people once again unite under the flag of the Orien Empire that had long passed away.

For them, the Zerg is the same as the natural enemy, unless it is a vegetarian insect.

As for the earth civilization, this civilization that has just escaped the shackles of gravity is very familiar with war. Three hundred years before civilization, two global wars broke out between the earthlings who were still bound by gravity. Tens of millions of innocent people and murderers died in the war, and more people lost their homes just because they were weak.

If you are weak, you will be beaten.

This idiom is like a proverb. The predecessors have limitations of the previous ones, but in the same way, some of their words are like the truth even after a thousand years. This sentence has nothing to do with morality, but is just the most basic competitive choice.

Marceau does not hate war, nor does he like it, because it cannot bring beauty or keep joy. All it can give to people is pain. Of course, the arms dealer who does not have suitable age at home is probably an exception.

"Your Excellency, this is a new battle report."

In the afternoon command center, the cat girl was still helping Marceau work. Although she always said that she was not Felletligy, every time Marceau called "Felletligyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Speaking of which, this is already the last decent Aboriginal soldiers of Marceau as the commander. In their eyes, Marceau, the commander who was willing to share the joys and sorrows with them for a long time, could no longer be good. Drink some black tea to maintain the face of the last commander.

Besides, many Aboriginal soldiers prefer rum to add brandy to black tea, after all, it is Ashby's territory.

The new Eden breakout area in the west of the city was finally smoothed out three hours ago. In just four days, both sides lost nearly 110,000 people in this area. The old rules are not considered humans.

What surprised Marceau was that what invaded this area and eventually drove out the New Eden player group was an Indigenous group, from the western province of Ashbey. These indigenous people whose homes had fallen home drove the New Eden out of the trenches with all the weapons they could use.

"Tell this group that I am proud of them. Next time I have the chance, I will invite them to be my personal guard." Such an indigenous group is definitely a safe battle group. Marceau doesn't mind letting his flag-holder act with them.

A group of players walking through the street not far away seemed to have a dispute with the gendarmerie that maintained order at this time. Marceau heard their quarrels and put down the report list. Marceau stood up and stood on the edge of the command post: "What kind of troops is that? Go and ask."

The Felletligia, who did not need Marceau, went to do this. The kitten under her name ran over quickly, confirmed the situation with everyone in the military police, and then ran over quickly: "These are the scattered soldiers who retreated from the front during the previous battle. They said they wanted to return to the battlefield, but the military police did not agree because they suffered too much loss."

"It's a good thing to have morale, sir." The cat girl said with a serious face.

Marceau frowned, and he put his hands behind him: "Boy, go and call their commander over."

The kitten ran over and said for a while. A big man walked out of the scattered soldiers. There was a huge upright scar on his face. The man, who was extremely ugly because of this scar, stood carefully in front of Marceau: "Hello, you are..."

"Marceau, thank you for your hard work." Marceau nodded, then turned to look at the cat girl: "Dear, go and tell your sisters and let them prepare, I want to invite these soldiers to have dinner with us."

The cat girl widened her eyes: "Dinner?"

"Of course, listen to me, my dear, go find your sisters, go quickly." Marceau said with a smile.

The cat girl stayed for a while, then quickly understood and came over: "I'll go now." The cat girl ran away quickly.

Marceau turned his head and looked up at the man: "The battle on the front must be very hard."

"No, it's not very hard." The man scratched his head: "We won, aren't we?"

"This is just a temporary victory, but I believe we will continue to win." Marceau reached out and patted the big man's arm, then pulled the revolver from his waist: "Silver-plated, did you order it?"

"Yes, my girlfriend gave it to me." When the scarred man mentioned his girlfriend, the ferocious face became much gentler.

At this time, Marceau's Felletligy came with her sister Anne, who looked at Marceau with curiosity: "Sister Mingen said there are only beans in the kitchen. Marceau, it's too shabby to use this thing to greet guests."

"It's okay." Marceau turned around and walked to Anne's side. The cat with a revolver inverted handed it to Anne: "Dear, don't you say hello to your old friend?"

"Old friend?" Annie subconsciously glanced at the big guy.

"Yes, Ensk of Karoka's family, your childhood friend, our senior." Marso turned his head and looked at the scar-faced man: "Mr. Ensk, commander of the first team of the New Eden Combat Operations Group, welcome to Ashbey. What a pity, there are only beans left in our kitchen."

With Marceau's apology, a detection camp extended from Marceau's feet.

Annie looked at the red humanoid figure in front of her, looked at the embarrassment and surprise on his face, and finally, doubt was replaced by anger, and she strode towards him: "You owe me an explanation! Senior Ensk!"

"Do it!" the scar-faced man shouted with a tight look on his face.

Then gunfire sounded, and his companions were shot and killed by the military police and guards who had already been notified. Marceau raised his hand and patted his palm: "Anne, what are you waiting for?"

Anne did not look back, but just raised the revolver in her hand amid Marceau's inquiry: "You have disappointed me! So disappointed! I always thought that everyone in the yard knew what they should do!"

Then without waiting for an answer, Anne pulled the trigger.

Marceau walked quickly behind Anne and hugged the girl: "Sorry, I recognize him."

"That's great, Marceau, they are here to kill you. Don't say sorry to me. Killing them is what our sisters should do." Annie turned her head: "Next time I meet them on the battlefield, I will definitely twist their heads off as a ball."

"I believe everything you have done for me, Anne." Marceau smiled and kissed the girl.

Annie blushed and returned Marceau with a kiss.

"Mr. Marceau, how did you recognize those guys?" The cat girl took the man to fix the gun. When she came back, she spoke out of curiosity that a cat girl should have.

Marceau sent her over because the equipment on these guys didn't seem to fit well. He couldn't tell this girl. Sorry, I've seen these little bastards in his previous life, so he had to play infiltrate.
Chapter completed!