Moenledai walked through the night, his army following behind him. kuangsha

What kind of army was that, under the glass sky of the blue sea and pearl, in the grinder of the Gardari star, in the halo of the twin stars of Ian Aosta, they all followed this general and fought for this country until the last moment. Eighteen years later, they should have had a peaceful life or a place in the new United States, but when the general called on them, they gave up everything.

They were the last and first idealists of the United States, and their almost religious devotion to it was perhaps the only thing Moenleday could rely on today at a time when most people had forgotten what ideals were.

The edifice of power is in front of them. Ahead of them were hastily cobbled together guards by the security forces of the Ranks, and the young soldiers had spread a fragile blockade under the command of security officers who were not much older than them. And behind them were thousands of civilians, soldiers, and even officers who were set on fire. The veterans did not form a battle formation and did not meet any resistance. It was like another glorious revolution reappearing under the night sky of Singadari. They had guns in their hands, but they didn't feel the need to shoot. The cheers of the people were like the surging tide of the sea, rising wave after wave, and they swarmed Moenley Day towards the CEO Cooperative building. The eyes of the former heroes of the United States shone brightly, as if a flame burned in the midst of it. He's tired of the Game of Thrones, tired of deciding the future of the country with a killing decision in the dark.

The United States of Gaddari is not his ideal homeland, so he wants to destroy her.

"Do you think what you're doing is accepting reality? Moen, in fact, you are an even more thorough idealist than me, you are just for the purity of ideals, you can not care about the darkness of means......" Yakatovitoba's words were still in my ears eighteen years ago, but after parting ways, the old friend of many years died in the dark starry sky at the beginning of the war.

Yakato Vitoba is the light, and he burns everything he has to illuminate his fellow citizens under the night sky. Moenleda is the shadow, who overdraws everything he has to guard his people in the dark. However, the ideal flame in their bosom is the same. They have sketched the same picture countless times in that simple youth, in that dimly lit little bar, in that distant history

They want to build a nation-state that may not be strong, but it has the glory of blood and history that every people can be proud of.

They want to build a reasonable system, which is certainly not perfect, but that will allow the country to survive long enough and stable.

They want to build a new spiritual totem, and they want to make Gadari no longer just an abstract word, an imaginary community. They want to make the name a thought, a belief, and a challenge to the hegemony of the old era.

In a sense, they succeeded. The turmoil they single-handedly unleashed upended the old order and established a new era. The United States, which emerged from the blood and tears of the artillery, has already dominated half of the known world.

In a sense, they failed. The most staunch nationalists, whose ideals are the foundations of, have been largely consumed by long wars or have grown old in dull peace. Gone is the country that could boil blood for the phrase "for the sake of Gadari", and in its place is the huge shadow of the eight groups that obscures the sky of the country that has been washed out of blood

"What are you going to do if your ideals don't match your reality?" The old cat seemed to have a playful smile when he asked this, and those sunny afternoons in his memory seemed to have become extremely distant and blurry.

"If the ideal does not correspond to the reality, then I will choose, choose, change, change, manifest, and realize." The general, who had been moving forward silently in the dark, suddenly raised his head, faced the last human wall formed by the guards of the class group, and said word by word in his heart.

He suddenly raised his right hand in the air, as if waving to the crowd. The propaganda deliberately made by the major consortia in order to maintain the war has been waved to the greatest effect at this moment, the aura of heroes shines in the night sky, the voice of praise is roaring and the tsunami is roaring, at the end of this heroic era, this famous general who once saved this United States finally chose to make himself the king of this country, in order to save this country that he loves deeply! So everything is simpler, even with a hint of medieval overtones. The hero who held aloft the flag of rebellion marched to his throne surrounded by fanatical supporters, and the old monarch was trapped in his icy castle, feebly watching the crown of power fall from their hands. Their last vigilance force had already been enchanted to lay down their weapons and abandon their duties. Whether voluntarily or not, they had no choice but to be coerced into joining the frenzied flow of people......

"Is it for him to save me so desperately?" By the time she said this, the witch had completely regained her usual composure and reserve, and there was even that mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, although her face was no longer bloodless. As a shadow that had been behind the Gardari War for too long, she certainly knew that the hunters who tried to capture her in the dark, whether it was the falcon of Glent or the bones of Gaddari, had few secrets to her face from the soldiers hidden behind the shadows.

"Sort of......" Elodisus replied faintly, turning her head to the side. Although she didn't want to admit it, she did fear the woman's gaze, because the light that flickered in it was clearly not something that a normal human should have, an outcast from Jupiter, and that was everything she knew about her.

Falling out of favor smiled shallowly, and did not immediately pick up the words, as if he was playing with the table (love qg) of the brigadier general in front of him. She felt the fear of the woman in front of her, and she also felt her hesitation. Elodisus of the Gadari Secrecy, who had thought that this woman was just a blade in the hands of Moenled, a loyal follower, now seemed to be wrong. This knife has its own thoughts, positions, and beliefs. She (loves AI) Moenled, but she doesn't intend to betray some of the things she has been holding on to for years because of (Love AI) (Love QG).

"After knowing everything, your heart will be torn in half, half of it is the man you (love ai), and half is the motherland of you (love ai)......" For a long time, the voice of falling out of favor sounded faintly, slow and low, like a song of death. Even so, do you want to touch the truth? ”

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