The bright red fighting spirit slash was like a striking sign, pulling everyone back from their stunned, the ogres watched their invincible leader die in a daze, and a panic and fear gradually appeared in their originally battle-filled eyes, their fierce momentum slowly weakened, and the attack in their hands was no longer powerful. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the human side, the original despair of human beings slowly receded, everyone felt that the blood in their veins was boiling, they couldn't wait to look up to the sky and roar, the attack that was originally weak because of the scars gradually became powerful, and some soldiers who were originally lying on the ground stood up with their weapons on their hands, looking at the ogre with fierce eyes

"Kill", with such a sound, with the first attack of the human race, the ogres completely broke the dam, they scrambled to jump off the city wall, and fled into the distance, maybe if the morale of these ogres did not collapse, if these ogres were united, then it would be easy for them to defeat this group of human soldiers, even if the morale of these human soldiers was high, it could not change the gap in their strength.

But even if there is no use in defeating these human soldiers, defeating these soldiers, they still have to face a legend, this is a desperate scene, under the legend are all ants, legends can only be dealt with by legends, this is the truth of this world.

The other side has a legend, and we also have a legend, but our legend has long been defeated by the other party, the other party has a legend, we have no legend, this war is a 100% failure, if you don't escape, you will die, this is the idea that this group of ogres jumped out of their minds when they saw their own legend being killed, so they ran away, the ogres are not stupid, although they look like a group of deformed beasts, but they are the rulers of this continent back then, and they still have a bit of intelligence, a 100% failed war, no one will fight hard.

"Win," muttered Jack the Ogre, who was fleeing like birds and beasts, and until now, Jack felt like a dream, they had won a battle with such a big gap between friend and foe.

Tears unconsciously flowed from his eyes, it stands to reason that he won such a war and defended his homeland, he should be happy, but why do you feel a burst of sadness, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it's like your heart is slowly cut by a knife.

Why is this, and why am I not alone, why is everyone crying, shouldn't I be happy at this time, happy that I have successfully defended my homeland, why is it so sad?

Looking down at the corpses on the ground, there are ogres, there are humans, there are strangers, there are familiar, they were still alive a moment ago, they have their own relatives, they were chatting and farting together not long ago, but now, they are all dead, a war is dead.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jack knelt on the ground and hugged his head and cried, this young man, who had not shed a single tear even in the most dangerous time of the battle, was now crying.

A large rough hand pressed on Jack's shoulder, and Jack, who was crying tears and snot, looked up and saw a very familiar face.

"Captain" wiped his face, and Jack shouted in a choked voice.

Standing in front of Jack was the middle-aged captain, his leather armor was more tattered than when he was fighting, and the wounds on his body had increased a lot.

"What are you crying about, a manly husband doesn't shed tears, what's there to cry about" As if looking at his uncompetitive son, the middle-aged captain shouted in a deep voice.

"But, but, all dead, all dead" tremblingly pointing to the fallen corpses, sadness welled up from the bottom of his heart, Jack said tremblingly.

Scanning the fallen corpses, even a veteran like the middle-aged captain trembled.

Pressing Jack's head, the middle-aged captain's eyes seemed to recall something, and with sadness, he said in that somewhat hoarse voice: "Jack, do you know that there was once such a proverb in the ancient Eastern country"

"What" wiped his tears, Jack didn't know why the middle-aged captain said this, but he asked anyway.

"People are inherently dead, and death is heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather," with an inexplicable feeling, the middle-aged captain said softly.

"Jack, do you think their deaths are heavier than Tarzan or lighter than Hongmao" Pointing to those who died to protect their homeland, the middle-aged captain asked.

"Of course it's heavier than Mount Tai" Although I don't know what mountain Mount Tai is and what kind of hair the feather is, but the general meaning of Jack is still clear, Jack said without hesitation.

"That's right, then why do we cry, they are heroes, they died to protect our homeland, we should stand up and laugh, we should be happy, I think this is what they want to see, not like now, crying like a group of dead parents, you guys, those heroes who died in battle will also feel worthless"

Looking at the soldiers who were all crying with a sad face, the more the middle-aged captain spoke, the more he was angry, and his anger rubbed on top of him.

In the eyes of the middle-aged captain, these soldiers are blasphemy, they are blaspheming the lives of their dead comrades, and they are blaspheming everything that those who have died protecting.

"Don't cry for Lao Tzu, you bastards" a loud and angry voice sounded over the city walls.

The soldiers around them who were crying with a sad face were obviously startled, and they hurriedly looked up to see a middle-aged uncle wearing a squad leader's uniform standing in an obvious place.

"Cry wool, why do we have to cry with a sad face even if we win, are you so worthy of those dead comrades" Standing straight, the middle-aged captain stared at his eyes wide, like a lion king, and roared loudly: "Do you think this is what our dead comrades want to see, you bastards"

After a pause and a deep breath, the middle-aged captain continued: "What are the comrades-in-arms sacrificing for, it is to defend our homeland, it is to protect our happy life, and it is to protect everyone's happy smiles, and now we are crying with a face, obviously living up to the wishes of our dead comrades."

There is no noble identity, nor any strong strength, the middle-aged captain stands straight, but there is a majesty, just like a battle-hardened general, anyone has to bow their heads under this look.

The soldiers were obviously stunned, they touched the tears on their faces, and looked at their comrades lying on the ground, and their faces couldn't help but flash a trace of shame, ashamed to desecrate the lives of their dead comrades.

"So we should not be sad, the dead will eventually ascend to the kingdom of the gods and enjoy eternal honor, and those of us who are alive must bear the wishes of the dead and work hard for our happy and peaceful life" Raising his fist, the middle-aged captain shouted.

"That's right, everyone, we don't have to be sad, we don't have to cry a face, for the sake of our dead comrades, we have to work together for everyone," Jack said loudly, wiping away his tears, revealing a bright smile.

"That's true, that's right"

"Yes, we shouldn't be"

One by one, the soldiers wiped away their tears, and they smiled, ashamed of what they had just done.