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There's no denying it.

Slater and his black-robed subordinates do possess a formidable personal force that ordinary people can hardly match, and even in the face of the most elite guards of the Adria Kingdom, they can even firmly gain the upper hand in a head-to-head battle.

The seemingly desperate shape seems to have no chance of winning at all.

However, something unexpected happened.

The soldiers of the Flying Feather Legion, who had been in chaos under the influence of the mutiny, heard the shouting declaration from the Commander of the Kingdom Guard, and saw the Yellow Qiang sword-patterned banner fluttering and echoing throughout the station, confused and frightened...... Intertwined into a complex state of mind, someone suddenly picked up the weapon in his hand and bravely stepped forward in the footsteps of his followers.

Awaken glory and duty, fearless of blood and war.

Blind obedience, soberness, and choice.

It was as if they had found their lost pride.

The torrent of steel began to spread, converging, and in the light of the dancing fire in the night, it was like a dragon roaring and devouring the earth in a frenzied manner.

"Ivan, will our choice really be the right decision?"

Gergil looked nervous and anxious as he followed behind the crowd of soldiers, holding a powerful bow and crossbow in his hand, as if this was the only way to bring him a moment of peace of mind.

"I don't know."

Ivan stared back at the fluttering flag in front of him, his dry lips slightly open, and the words of confusion spat out softly.

He is a veteran, and when he was young, he even participated in the war that went north to fight against the Osassu barbarians in the year of the foggy flower, and the cruelty of the war will always be a lingering haze in his heart.

He can't forget the towns and villages that were ravaged and slaughtered, and he can't forget the bloody and tragic stumps and broken arms on the battlefield...... Too many partings of life and death, miserable and sad pictures are enough to extinguish the blood and anger in the heart, and in the end all that is left is numbness and indifference.

After the war, he was drafted into the Flying Feather Legion of the famous kingdom.

He had thought about retiring and getting away from the war altogether.

But where will he go after he retires? Is it a seemingly good decision to marry a wife and have children and live an ordinary life from now on.

In the end, however, he hesitated.

If every soldier in the kingdom has the same idea of escape as himself, then who will protect the safety of the people of this kingdom in the future? Do you have to endure the painful and unforgettable cruel experience again to wake up?

He never thought of himself as a great thinker, and he also had the inferior nature of ordinary people.

Perhaps the only thing that sets him apart is the deep sense of responsibility that comes from the heart as a soldier of the kingdom.

It was this sense of responsibility that shook him from the idea of retiring to this day.

He knew Gegil's mind very well, and the sudden mutiny and riot of the Flying Feather Legion had nothing to do with them, they just had to wait patiently for the matter to end, and their old lives would return to their old ways.

The so-called glory, pride, and responsibility are all vain existence, and once faced with an important personal choice of survival interests, most people will selfishly choose to abandon it.

Perhaps the Flying Feather Legionnaires possess an exceptionally good military element, but in the face of the chaos they have never encountered before, they will also seem at a loss for ordinary people, so it is normal for Ming Ze to protect himself and avoid facing the reality of the situation.

When the shout of declaration resounded throughout the station, it seemed to become the path that some soldiers were guiding in their hearts; The Yellow Qiang Sword Pattern Banner fluttering in front of them became the direction of their path.

People have the psychology of blind obedience, once they find that the people around them reach a common goal behavior, there will be an invisible pressure, strict zhòng affects the self-confidence judgment of individuals, so as to give up their own opinions and follow the public, psychologically seems to have gained a sense of security and belonging.

Ivan saw that many of the soldiers who had gathered and followed him almost all had a blank look on their faces, and only a very few people would find a pathological fanaticism, good or bad, at least, the turmoil caused by the mutiny began to subside.

From Gergil's questioning just now, it can at least be seen that he still retains a certain degree of rationality, and he knows that even if this team will face an unknown battle, life and death are unpredictable, and the psychology of worry and fear will not emerge unconsciously.

After all, he was just a new recruit who hadn't even participated in war, and it was not surprising to have such an idea.

"Gergil, this may be an unforgettable experience for you to start really growing."

Retracting his gaze, Ivan turned his head sideways and whispered to the little brother in a reassuring and encouraging voice.

"Are we going to die?"

Gegil still couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.

"There is no one on the battlefield who does not die."

Ivan shook his head and sighed softly.

"You're a crossbowman, and if the soldiers guarding ahead of you don't suffer any casualties, your life will be safeguarded to the fullest, so gladly, compared to the brave and fearless soldiers ahead, perhaps they will make you ashamed of what you think at the moment."

"I... I ......"

Hearing Ivan say this, Gergil couldn't help but blush his cheeks.

"No one is not afraid of death, and I am just as afraid of death." Ivan patted him on the shoulder and said, "As a senior who has experienced the experience of war, the more afraid of death, the faster he dies." ”

"I... I see, thank you very much for your warning! ”

Gegil on the side hurriedly thanked him respectfully, but Ivan's mind had already glanced into the distance.

Perhaps, after this time this is over, I should really decide to retire!

……

"What an unexpected picture!"

Slater looked at the torrent of soldiers rushing in the distance, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously tugged at a hint of an incomprehensible smile.

"It may seem like it to you, but I believe this moment will come eventually."

Könsrön's chest was raised proudly. The smile on the grim face remained.

At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared strangely beside Sretel, as if whispering something.

Due to interference in the other side's domain, Kinsloan did not hear anything.

"Lord, the mission has failed."

Slater's brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at his most powerful subordinate out of the corner of his eye, and said, "What happened?" ”

He believed that Waldorf would never let himself down unless something irresistible happened.

"The eldest prince Sasso sensed the movement and sent a large number of reinforcements."

Waldorf gets to the point succinctly.

"How's the situation at the palace?"

Now that the general situation is clear, Slater also shifts the conversation to another key point.

"According to the information that came from the side just now, the king has been imprisoned, Flamengo has escaped, and the power of His Royal Highness Volance has begun to gradually take over the entire royal capital."

"Francisco escaped?"

"Yes, I heard that the captain of the Scorpion Guard managed to defeat the other party."

"It's unbelievable."

Sretel sneered, he didn't believe that Flamengo would be defeated lightly.

There were only two people in the entire royal capital who could make him feel jealous, one was Sallyster, a terrifying woman of wisdom and strength; The other is Flamengo, a man who is almost perfect in his control of the laws of the realm.

Either between him and her, belongs to Sretel's reluctance to go head-to-head.

Since he stepped into the law of the realm, he has had the idea of assassinating the king countless times due to the expansion of his power, but it is precisely because of Franmingo's long-term close guard by the king's side that he is finally forced to give up.

He knew very well that as long as Franngo survived for a day, he would never have a chance to assassinate the king.

Now he is actually defeated.

What a ridiculous fact.

"Now that our mission has been accomplished, prepare to retreat!"

After explaining, Slater looked at Könsron with a slight regret on his face.

"Unfortunately, the battle between us may need to come to an end."

As soon as the words fell, a piercing and sharp sound suddenly sounded, and the black-robed people who were fighting fiercely with the Kingdom Guards on the periphery of the legion hall suddenly stopped fighting, and suddenly they didn't know what to throw in their hands, only after hearing a slight explosion, thick black smoke instantly filled the entire space.

When the black fog cleared, Sretl and his black-robed subordinates had long since disappeared, Kinslond looked back behind him with a solemn face, and a fluttering flag slowly appeared in front of him......

"Who are you?"