This day has finally arrived, the largest funeral of the red faction since its establishment is about to be held on the spacious distribution platform in the second ring area of the central area of the Aurelia Star Dock, the entire Aurelia pirate group, 3,300 comrades of the red faction, gathered here, but this is not a holiday celebration, at the moment their faces are not excited, but a little sad and overwhelmed.

The members of the Levmila cadre group were the organizers of the funeral, and they had plastered propaganda slogans on the venue beforehand, and the Pegasus Liberation Party's Red Star Skull Banner was also presented everywhere in holograms, the content of those slogans was inspiring enough, but not enough to change the current state of mind of the entire red faction, and the members of the Supreme Council were anxious about the current situation of the entire pirate group.

"All comrades, gather in a circle and give up the center! Comrades, please form a circle and get out of the center! "The comrades of the Levmila cadre regiment are putting the finishing touches on the organization and arrangement of the funeral assembly, and the funeral will begin when more than 3,000 comrades have formed a large circle and made way for the open space in the center.

The members of the Pirate Regiment quickly formed a circle, including starship pilots, marines, tech backbones, business wizards, and members of the Pegasus Liberation Youth League and the Aurelia Star Dockyard Guard, all of whom were curious as to why this funeral was being held inside the Star Base, and if people had the impression that the funeral should not be held in the starry sky or near the stars?

The remains of the fallen soldiers who were recovered with all their might were loaded on cargo ships, and the remains must have been transported to outer space for empty burial, and there was no suitable place in this base to place the sacrificed undead.

Gradually, the people attending the funeral felt curious, and they also wanted to see what kind of funeral it was.

When everyone stood in the position where they should stand, their eyes looked at the members of the Supreme Executive Committee standing in the center of the ten-meter-high maintenance support platform and the rostrum, and their eyes were full of inexplicable uneasiness and vague anticipation.

In the audience, Levmila raised his arms from afar, waved at Fuwei, signaling that everything was ready and ready to start, Fuwei nodded, cleared his throat, held the megaphone, and said: "Comrades, in the just-concluded battle of Tianma Xingmen Port, we sacrificed 1,442 people, half of the people who are still alive. I want you to know that we have made great sacrifices for the ultimate goal and lofty ideals of the Red Faction, and I want you to know that this funeral is not just for the 1,442 Heroic Souls. ”

Fu Wei said the opening sentence in a calm tone, when he suddenly raised his voice and yelled: "I know that most of you who are still alive have also died!" Just like those comrades who sacrificed, they stayed on the edge of the nebula forever! Isn't it?!! ”

This roar shattered the hearts of those members of the pirate group who were gloomy, and many of them had red eyes, staring at the supreme leader on the high platform who understood their current state of mind, waiting with their ears pricked up for what he was going to say next.

They know what kind of confusion and abyss they have fallen into, they can't resist, they can't extricate themselves, that kind of pain, not that physical strength can produce immunity, nor can any panacea cure, these people who have suffered great pain can only pin their hopes on the words of their leader, on this funeral.

"I want to save you." Fu Wei's voice became hoarse because of the roar just now, and he said hoarsely: "I allow you to be sad, helpless, and fall into the abyss, but only before this funeral, after the funeral, I hope that everyone can jump out of the quagmire and continue to move forward with the unfulfilled dreams of sacrificing comrades." ”

"Comrades, now, let us be here to see off the souls of the 1,442 comrades who died bravely!" Fuwei's voice fell, and in the huge space of the distribution platform, the most solemn symphony of the red faction sounded, "The Internationale".

As soon as the melody sounded, everyone straightened up, saluted their chests, and when the prelude was over, they opened their mouths and sang aloud to the melody and rhythm.

"Arise, hungry and cold slaves, arise, you who are suffering all over the world... The blood is boiling to fight for the truth..."

More than 3,000 people sang in unison, gathered into a stream, like a bell in the morning, echoing in this hall, everyone was infected by this exciting special force, they were still sad and angry, still confused, but at least at this moment, they were the purest red faction fighters, a group of people who were always ready to fight for the truth and pay for sacrifices.

After the chorus of the inspiring "Internationale" was completed, the hearts of the comrades of the red faction were once again filled with that unknown sense of nothingness and powerlessness, and the melody was nearing the end.

But then they were surprised to find that the melody of the Internationale had just stopped, and another ancient piece full of sorrow and pity sounded, and many people's eyes gradually moistened under the influence of this mourning music, and they remembered the appearance of their sacrificed comrades-in-arms when they died, and remembered the scenes of the old days together.

They bowed their heads in mourning, and thought that the funeral should have begun... Some people who are mired in the quagmire smile bitterly in their hearts, not only have they not been able to get relief, but because of this sad music, they have fallen even more depraved, this sad music, this huge farewell ceremony, what is it? What exactly is the point? Will the victims survive?

The grief in the hearts of many people deepened, and they even wondered why it took such a huge sacrifice to realize the great ideals of the red faction. They naturally understand that no one can answer this question, and they naturally understand that the reason why they have such doubts is fundamentally because their beliefs have been shaken, and their hearts have begun to escape and struggle.

No one wants to continue like this, no one wants to continue to carry such a mental pressure, to live in this world, when it is not easy to live, what dreams do you talk about? Most of these people are pirates, and they can suffer from flesh and skin, but they can't bear such psychological torture.

Some sober people understand that the really strong people are the ones who can face their inner fears and struggles, who face their souls, who can escape and cover up, who can make people temporarily strong, but that kind of power, very fragile and false.

As a teacher of underage orphans, Nathan understands this truth, among those minors, there are many bullies, they rely on their own strength to bully other children, and the bullied children ignore their inner integrity, and after being bullied, they become accomplices of the bully, and even become the new bully.

When Nathan teaches such children, the first thing he needs to teach them is "what it means to be truly powerful." ”

Bullies and weaklings are only strong and weak on the surface, Nathan will not stop any bullies' bad behavior, but will only encourage those children who are bullied, even if their bodies are as weak as a puddle of mud, they must never give in and fight back bravely.

Gradually, the weak people, the hearts are getting stronger and stronger, they despise, oppose and even isolate the bullies, and finally guide the group atmosphere to the right path, Nathan knows that Fuwei's current role is another teacher, some comrades of the red faction are sick, Fuwei wants to cure them, to teach them the courage to face their hearts, so that their souls become strong.

At the funeral venue, the mournful music still echoed, and the sorrow and confusion in people's hearts finally turned into anger that could break through the shackles, and those who were deep in the quagmire clenched their fists and their nails were deeply sunk into the flesh of their palms.

At this moment, the mournful music ended a bar, and the ethereal song began to be sung softly, so beautiful that it seemed to cleanse the soul, and the eyes of the people in the room wandered around, looking for the mystery singer who sang solo, and from her singing one heard the mercy and care that melted the heart.

In the next second, the singer sang his name in a melodious and sad melody.

"Yuna. Iruka is my name.

Dear Warriors,

Stretch out your trembling hands,

Try to touch it,

Your blood-stained hands,

Can you still hold on to the glory of the stars? ”

At this point, Yuna pushed aside the crowd and sang in a light and sad dance, slowly approaching the center of the clearing: "Try to touch your grief-stricken forehead, can you still feel the eternal stellar spiritual garden?" ”

Yuna gradually approached the center in the slow singing and beat, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she looked around, stretched out her hands with pity, and continued to torture in the eyes of everyone gradually becoming wet:

"O my dear warriors,

You know,

In order that the soul may become the soul of a true warrior,

Do you need to swallow a lot of pain? ”

"O my dear warriors,

You know,

To speak the words of your heart,

Need to swallow a lot of humiliation? ”

"O my dear warriors,

You know,

In order to realize the dream in my heart,

Do you need to swallow a lot of regrets..."

Immediately afterward, Yuna seemed to lose her whole body, and after trying her best to raise her head, she fell on the cold ground, and in a trembling voice, she finally tortured:

"What is the matter with you, my dear warriors? Your dreams were once as vast as the giant nebula of the Ifrit system, and what is wrong with you, my dear warriors..."