What is war.

This is a good question, if you ask it to a young child of the Longxi civilization, the kittens will say that war is an eternal camp, and life is a campfire in this camp, when it is lit and when it is extinguished, it is all up to God's will;

The children of Tershan and Galor, who are 1.2 meters old, will be ignorant and say that war is bad, but in order not to make themselves and their descendants food, they must learn to face war head-on, and of course now add the Tobys.

The Cylise don't like war, but when it does fall on them, everyone in the duchy will take it in stride and send the cowards of their civilization to the most dangerous battlefields.

The Orionites with long ears...... How to say it, the brutal civil war that once happened in that great empire made them instinctively hate war, and even hate war, but if the opponent is a cannibal Zerg, then these long ears are the most warlike race in the entire multiverse, and only when fighting against the Zerg, these separated Orians will once again unite under the banner of the already ancient Orion Empire.

For them, the Zerg are no different from natural enemies, unless they are a vegetarian bug.

As for the civilization of the earth, this civilization that has just gotten rid of the shackles of gravity is very familiar with war, three hundred years ago, there were two global wars between the earthlings who were still bound by gravity, tens of millions of innocents 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, and the predecessors have the limitations of the past, but in the same way, some of their words are like the truth even after a thousand years, and the entire multiverse is like this for the first ten thousand years, and it will be the same for the next ten thousand years.

Marceau did not hate war, nor did he like it, because it did not bring beauty, it could not leave joy, it could only give people pain, of course, the arms dealer who did not have a family of the right age to join the army was probably an exception.

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

In the headquarters in the afternoon, the cat girl was still helping Marceau, although she always said that she was not Feletelliga, but every time Marceau called: "Feletelliga, have a cup of black tea." The cat girl always happily poured a cup of black tea and handed it over, and Marceau's brandy was the commander's personal hobby.

Speaking of which, this is also Marceau's last dignity as a commander - the aboriginal soldiers also feel that in their eyes, Marceau, a commander who is willing to share their weal and butter to the point of eating peejpies for days, can no longer be good, drink some black tea to maintain the last commander's face. It's good

Besides, many of the aboriginal soldiers preferred rum to add brandy to black tea, which was the realm of Ashbee, after all.

The New Eden Breakout to the west of the city was finally wiped out three hours ago, and in just four days, both sides had lost nearly 110,000 people in this area.

To Marceau's surprise, it was a native warband from the western province of Ashbee that invaded the area and eventually drove the New Eden players out of the trenches with all the weapons at their disposal.

"Tell this team that I'm proud of them, and the next time I have the chance, I'll invite them to be my personal guard. "Such an aboriginal warband is definitely a warband that can be safeguarded, and Marceau doesn't mind having his flag bearer act with them.

A group of players walking on the street not far away seemed to have an argument with the gendarmes who maintained order at this time, Marceau heard their quarrel, put down the report in his hand, Marceau stood up and stood on the edge of the command post: "What kind of unit is that, go and ask." ”

The Filetelliga, who didn't need Marceau, to do this, ran over quickly, confirmed the situation with the gendarmerie, and then ran over quickly: "These are the stragglers who retreated from the front during the previous battle, and they said they wanted to return to the battlefield, but the gendarmes did not agree, because their losses were too great. ”

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

Marceau frowned, his hands behind his back: "Boy, go, call their commander over." ”

The kitten ran over and said for a while, and out of the stragglers came a big man, who had a huge upright scar on his face, and the man who was extremely ugly because of this scar stood in front of Marceau cautiously: "Hello, you are ......"

"Marceau, thank you for your hard work. Marceau nodded, then turned to Catgirl, "My dear, go tell your sisters and let them prepare, I'm going to invite these soldiers to dinner with us." ”

The cat girl's eyes widened: "Dinner?"

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

The cat girl was stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood: "I'll go now." The cat girl ran away as fast as she could.

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

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

"It's a temporary win, but I'm sure we're going to keep winning. Marceau reached out and patted the big man's arm, then pulled out the revolver from his waist: "Silver-plated, you customized?"

"Yes, my girlfriend sent it to me. When the scar-faced man mentioned his girlfriend, the hideousness on his face was much gentler.

At this time, Marceau's Feletellia came over with her sister Anne, who looked at Marceau with a curious expression: "Sister Minn said that there are only beans in the kitchen, Marceau, it's too shabby to greet guests with this thing." ”

"It doesn't matter. Marceau turned and walked over to Anne's side, and the pupper, who was holding the revolver upside down, handed it to Anne: "Honey, don't you say hello to your old friend." ”

"Old friend?" Anne subconsciously glanced at the big man.

"Yes, Ensk of the Kaloka family, your hair is small, our senior. Marceau turned his head to look at the scar-faced man: "Mr. Enske, Commander of the First Squad of the New Eden Combat Operations Group, welcome to Ashupi, it's a pity that we only have beans left in our kitchen." ”

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

Anne looked at the crimson figure in front of her, looked at the embarrassment and surprise on his face, and finally, the doubts were replaced by anger, and she strode towards him: "You owe me an explanation!

"Do it!" the scar-faced man shouted with a sinister face.

Then the gunshots rang out, and his companions were shot by the gendarmes and guards who had already been notified in place, and Marceau raised his hand and clapped his palm: "Anne, what are you waiting for?" ”

Anne didn't look back, just raised the revolver musket in her hand amid Marceau's inquiry: "You have let me down! I have always thought that everyone in the courtyard knows what they should do!"

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

Marceau walked briskly behind Anne and hugged the girl: "I'm sorry, I recognize him." ”

"That's good, Marceau, they're here to kill you, don't tell me I'm sorry, killing them is what our sisters should do. Anne turned her head: "The next time I meet them on the battlefield, I will definitely twist their heads off and kick them as balls." ”

"I'm convinced of everything you've done for me, Anne. Marceau smiled and kissed the girl.

Anne blushed and gave Marceau a kiss back.

"Mr. Marceau, how did you recognize those guys?" said Catgirl, who took someone to refill the gun, and when she returned, she opened her mouth out of curiosity that a Catgirl should have.

Marceau sent her away on the grounds that the equipment on these guys didn't seem to fit very well - I can't tell this girl, I'm sorry, I've seen these little bastards play infiltration in my last life.

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