Some sages said that every man has his childhood self in his heart, and he probably didn't notice it, or he didn't bother to light up the shadow of chaos that dragged under the child's feet.

Yes, men are teenagers until they die, but there are also devils in men's hearts, since the first flame bloomed from the hands of the ancients, human beings have a definite history of civilization and have gone through nearly 6,000 years, culture and civilization alternate between the old and the new, but condensed to the extreme, there are only six words left.

War, peace, revolution.

It's like a waltz that goes on and on, and the twisted shadow of the male heart plays a lot of roles in it—insidious politicians, despicable conspirators, shameless war maniacs, and so on.

It is not the kind of loser who needs to understand and write, nor is he a loser in the theory of success or defeat, but a shameful human figure who will eventually be nailed to the pillar by history.

The children in the male heart are the same as the shadows, and in this purest little human form, there are also countless roles - once innocent children, carefree children, children who rejoice in success, children who are afraid of violence, children born in poverty, these children will eventually grow up and become adults with children and shadows in their hearts, but until they die, they remember their young days, remember the vows they made, remember the beauty and suffering, and vow not to let that suffering come again.

Some of them will be manipulated by the shadow and eventually become what they don't want to be, because the devil is tempting, and there are some children who don't want to be manipulated and end up being what they don't want to be, because the devil is whispering, and even among the children who know what they want to do and work hard for it from the beginning, there are only one in ten who can become what they want to be, because the devil is whispering.

In the Middle Ages, morality was like the most beautiful scene, which can only be seen occasionally, and more often, such beauty can only be met in dreams.

In fact, they are not wrong, because every era has the belief that every era must have, and the reason why we are smarter than other species is not unreasonable.

Unity and confrontation, survival and destruction, this is what a civilization must experience and face, and it is also what individuals in a civilization must practice and be vigilant against.

In our era, we are born as human beings, and we will not be treated differently because of people's physical appearance and beliefs, our vision is far beyond the souls who were bound by gravity on the earth in the Middle Ages, knowing how to do good, knowing how to stop evil, just like the martyrs of the first human-insect war, without their sacrifices, there would be no such beauty as you and I see today, without their death war, the history of human beings on the earth will only be a small story on the anthology of insects and people's ingredients.

Some people will say that there are no heroes in the sky, and eternity is like a long night.

Remember, children, there has never been any savior in this world, nor does it depend on any immortal emperor, every hero is just a mortal first and foremost, because mortals will have the consciousness of belonging to mortals, and only mortals know that they are the most reliable companions who accompany their life and death.

This is not a vertical and horizontal in the shopping mall, nor is it a union in the love field, only war, and war sublimates everything while destroying everything.

It is the greatest pride of my life to be born in the same era as the heroes, and I will thank each and every one of them every day of my life.

May the flag of the Federation never fall.

Opening his eyes from the memory, Marceau looked at the stars that were jumping out on the distant horizon, in the memories just now, his history teacher, the old man who died of illness a few years ago, said in his last class, it was a very interesting old man, it is said that he was born in the era of the First Human-Insect War, he was born on Mars, and together with his younger brother, he boarded the conservation fleet transformed by the King's Warband to escape, for that period of time, he has a very sharp opinion, and his views on those heroes are far more acceptable than those young people who blindly sing praises of virtue。

They are heroes, but also mortals, and it is precisely because they are mortals that their choices at that time will be more revered.

"Fifteen minutes from the entrance, Commander Marceau. "There was a reminder from the commander of the combat boat wing in the Arcane headset.

"Understand, this is Marceau, we'll be there in fifteen minutes, how is the battle. ”

"When the fourth wave of reinforcements arrived, a large wargroup of the enemy appeared from the left, and now they are forcibly crossing the river, Commander Xu Xiaoshi of the Sword of the Sky has already advanced with several warbands to support, but the opponent is numerous, and the enemy has crossed the river and obtained a landing field. The voice of the steppe elf girl in charge of transmitting information from the command center came from the headset.

"Understand, this is Marceau, we will go to the left side, tell the field commander, clear the landing field for us, and the third squadron will land with me on the battlefield. Marceau glanced at the list of squadrons and chose the third.

"This is the commander of the 3rd squadron, Kakarom Finn Bobota, thank you for choosing us. The commander of the 3rd Squadron of the Airborne Wing immediately responded: "It is the honor of the Poporta family to be able to fight with you. ”

Marceau thought for a moment and was about to pretend to be something, he cleared his throat and turned on the omnichannel communication.

"Guys of the Bobota family, don't be proud of me, but I should be honored by you, we are all mortals, but we are fortunate enough to meet in thousands of stars and come together for the same goal......" adjusting his breath, Marceau continued to express his opinion: " At this moment, you and I are not afraid of death, not afraid of hell, in order to make this world loved by our fathers and ancestors not be swallowed up by malice, New Eden may have 10,000 reasons to open their eyes for their invasion, I don't want to refute them one by one, just one point, every innocent they slaughter, every cub they killed, from the root of the so-called justice they preached!"

"Some nobles are hateful, but they are no better than hateful nobles, even if they want to make the kingdom under the stars better, it is not their turn to be evil neighbors! what they can do, we can do better...... At least, we won't let innocent bodies be exposed in the wilderness, and let the cubs die tragically in the corners of the sewers......" Marceau glanced at Bunetani, who was sitting with his wife, and looked at her full of anticipation, the cat cub smiled and stretched out his hand and patted her head: "Thank you, for being able to join this sacred battle with your own glory, let us carry out the path of justice, this is the battlefield commander Marceau, the call is over." ”

"Commander, it's also our honor to be able to walk with you!" this is the commander of the third squadron, and his face flushed on the screen: "For the sake of the best way!"

"We march to hell, Commander, there is no loneliness on the road to Yellow Springs. The Tyrean-looking commander gave a federal salute to Marceau on the screen, a phrase used by Chinese armored commandos during high-risk missions during the First Human-Insect War.

"Our will will eventually lead us to victory! This is Momolan Sadada, the one-meter-two independent combat squadron of Slokadean City can walk with the commander, and there is honor!" Yiyi-meter-two bowed to Marceau: "Please guide us to the path to glory!"

"This is the 3rd Independent Squadron of the King, Commander, you are right, let's enforce justice together. "There are tall Earth players saluting Marceau on the screen.

"You're 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 teenager who looks like a Chinese but has long-eared Orion dominant ears and salutes Marceau on the screen.

More and more screens appeared, and all of them paid homage to Marceau, who also bowed his head reverently.

Ladies and gentlemen, let us go to the sea of blood together.