Menelofe's peace lasted only 70 years, and to Mars, 70 years was just a moment, and the struggle between humans never seemed to stop. War, killing, rejection, hatred spread like a virus among humans and filled the whole of Mars.

Moya stood on the top of the building, commanding the rebel army on the east floor, the first war of his life. He had been waiting for this day for five years, since the moment his mother Merley died in front of him. Waiting for revenge, waiting for hope, waiting for the future......

Sometimes, fighting is not a verb or an act, but an attitude. War is nothing more than a practice of this attitude. When Moya raised his gun and shot at the enemy, it was when he practiced this attitude.

"Shoot into the opposite hallway......"

Moya shouted as he shot at the enemy.

With the sound of gunshots, the guards in the corridor fell one by one.

At this time, I only heard someone shouting:

"Not good, find reinforcements from the enemy."

Moya suddenly looked up and saw that guards were coming from the palace to help.

"Quick," Moya said, "stop them and shoot." ”

A shuttle bullet came out of the chamber of the rebels.

"My lord, look, it's a cupola."

Mo Ya took a closer look and saw that more than a dozen cupola cannons had been erected outside the Bufu Palace.

"It's not good, disperse." Moya shouted, "Get down all of your stomach." ”

"Boom", with the sound of cannons, the entire alley was suddenly blown up.

Moya held her head and got up from the ground with a disgraced face.

"Miss Metz......" Moya shouted, "Miss Matz...... Are you okay? ”

Moya hurried out of the east building and saw Miss Metz shivering in the corner of the wall. Her clothes and face were covered in blood, and she was delirious from extreme shock and fear.

"Mo ...... Mo ......," Metz replied weakly, "save ...... Help me......"

Moya looked at Metz, but didn't save her.

"Moya...... Help me......" Metz repeated.

Moya still didn't save her.

"Shall my generation be a common people, and climb the mountains as high as the clouds......

"Moya......" Metz said pleadingly, "please." ”

"Wait for the clouds to fly to the sky, and the latitude and longitude of heaven and earth will educate people."

Moya raised his firearm and pulled the trigger on Matz's forehead.