The Earl of Falinan of New Eden died at the gunpoint of a civilian demobilized soldier, this is big news, New Eden can't contain this fire at all, the brutal war has lasted for three years, the casualties on both sides are already millions in terms of aborigines, once a day of swords, guns, swords and halberds killed one or two thousand people is already a bloody battle, but now, a round of shells can create such a death, and the wounded are several times.

The strings in the hearts of the aborigines have been broken.

Even if there is magic, it can't stop all kinds of disabilities, many aborigines have battlefield mental syndrome, the most is bullet shock syndrome, after all, it only took three years, the war evolved from the Middle Ages to the level of World War II, in this era when air power is more crazy and armor power is more frenzied, the lives of infantry are like numbers.

Not only the New Eden, but also many of the aboriginal soldiers in the Eastern Continent hated war from the bottom of their hearts, and in the past, the leather whip of the noble lord could effectively educate those peasants, but now, the leather whip has not been swung, maybe the revolver has been pointed over.

The rift between the aristocracy and the populace was like a bottomless crack.

So, after returning to Ashubi and learning about the fear among the indigenous soldiers, Marceau decided to use his identity to gather the soldiers to Ashbee's Liberation Square for a speech.

Therefore, when Marceau, who was wearing ordinary warrior armor, walked up to the high platform in the center of the square, and motioned to the mage next to the stage to start activating the illusion and illusion technique, he looked at the soldiers in the audience: "Over there is the exile warband of Sha'an, please raise your hand." ”

The two rows of people on the west side of Marceau raised their hands in the air, these half-elves were really tall.

Marceau smiled and nodded: "I heard that you have followed the Protector all the way north, and it has been hard." ”

The half-elves laughed, and one of the half-elves standing in front of them bowed his head and saluted Marceau.

"I've met old friends, I'm here to tell you about this war, I know, how terrible war is, especially in this era, just a few years, the war has been sublimated from a few nobles fighting in groups to pouring steel and flesh between countries, this new way many people can't stand it, because everyone thinks that this is just a life-and-death contest between nobles, it's a big deal that we just flee north, anyway, New Eden can't fight the north. ”

The whole square was silent, and Marceau shook his head: "I don't know if those refugees in Sha'an thought the same way back then, but I know that if you don't stop the New Edenians, then the wave of death will eventually drown everything, and at that time, this wave will not matter if you are a master or a mud leg, some will just drown." ”

"Maybe you don't understand the big idea, but I know that many of you joined the army just so that your children could get tickets to the north, right? ”

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

"You also know that if the New Edenians rule this land, your children are likely to die, because this is not a game of land grabbing between nobles, and New Eden does not have the slightest warmth for the living, but compared to them, even if the whip of the old man is whipped on his body, it will at least be so hot, right? ”

The square was filled with laughter.

Marceau smiled, then sighed again: "I know it's not fair to you, because this is the damn Advent Era, the time of bloodshed, but at least we who stand by your side don't want this world to bleed." ”

"I know, Your Excellency!" replied in a loud and neat voice in the square.

Some of the aborigines speak of His Excellency the Inquisitor, some of the aborigines call Marceau as the Hope, and some of the aborigines affectionately call the Grand Commander.

Marceau raised his hands and pressed down.

"I know that everyone has had a hard time, and in the next battle, it will definitely be even more bitter, we will have no food, we will be in rags, and every day we will face purgatory where if we don't kill people, we will be killed, but tell me, soldiers!

"To get back to Sha'an!" replied neatly from the half-elves of the Exile Warband.

The answers are bizarre, some people want to be famous, some people want to get ahead, and some want to get a little more military exploits, so that they can get more fields after the war.

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

"When I was very young, my master asked me what I would do if one day I was drawn into a war. Recalling a conversation with his great-grandfather, Marceau smiled: "I replied, I'm going to be a big hero." ”

The audience burst into laughter.

"My great-grandfather complimented me, then took me to the Wall of the Lost and asked me if I really wanted to be carved on it, pointing to the countless names on it. Marceau was silent for a moment: "I shook my head at the time, because it was all the names of dead people, and I was only six years old at that time, but I instinctively felt that I didn't want to die." ”

The audience laughed at first, and then slowly fell silent.

Marceau licked the corners 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 aborigines in the audience can be said to be shocked to a high degree of unity.

"Yes, when I was young, I was afraid of death, but as I got older, I realized what it meant to leave a name on the wall that surrounded the whole galaxy, life fears death, but sometimes, they have to embrace death, because some of them die to protect their comrades, some die to win the battle, and more people form an embankment with their comrades to protect the weak and innocent behind them. ”

"I have heard the last words of a deceased man before the war, he said, there is no superpower, no magic, no gods, no one can live forever, but every mortal can be immortal, I may die today, but we did not disgrace our surname, did not disappoint our comrades-in-arms who entrusted us with their deaths, did not hand over the fate of weakness and innocence to the devil, and did not let the banner of the warband lie in the mud for the enemy to trample, if I die today, I will only do the last thing in my life, and that's it。 ”

Taking a sip of water, Marceau looked at the soldiers in the audience and continued: "From that time on, I no longer want to be a big hero, I am just a mortal who likes small animals, is kind to his neighbors, and cherishes friendship and love...... But I know that, like the people of New Eden, the living did not set foot on this land with a great hatred for the living, nor did everyone set foot on this land with the intent of killing and plundering...... But this is a land that you, I, and everyone loved, who swore to protect. After a breath of change, Marceau pressed his hands on the podium and looked at the soldiers below: "Although some of them were forcibly recruited by the nobles of New Eden, and although they were deceived and maliciously incited, it is because of this that I understand a little more deeply- I am a warrior, an executioner, a soldier destined to kill the enemies who invade our land, I am not a man who fights to be a great hero, nor to be a nobleman, nor to be a king or emperor, I, Marceau, from the day I understood what I was fighting for, I understood that I was a butcher who killed so that the day would come when the day would stop killing each other, a defender who shed blood to protect his comrades, a mortal who died to protect the weak and innocent behind him。 ”

Looking at the stunned soldiers in the audience, Marceau nodded, and then asked loudly at the soldiers, "Soldiers, tell me, do you now understand what you are going to fight for?" ”

The aborigines in the audience were silent at first, then cheered neatly, and finally, a voice gradually unified: "Victory!", the aborigines shouted loudly.

"Yes, we need victory! We fight to protect our land! Our families! Our comrades-in-arms! Our conscience! Soldiers! Victory will be ours!"

Looking at the raised arms of Rulin in the audience, Marceau also raised his hands.