Barbaros, Northern Mountains, cemetery outside the old stronghold.

Right now.

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It's always cloudy.

Poisonous fog envelops the planet.

In the graveyard of the Death Guard, rows of wooden crosses are neatly silent.

Next to the nine newly buried wooden crosses, the smell of the earth touched his nose slightly.

Hades was standing in front of a wooden cross tombstone, and Lysa was standing beside him, sobbing under her breath.

Around him, beside the other crosses, were other people standing in mourning.

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There are three groups and nine people in this transportation mission.

The first group was completely destroyed under the high saturation bombardment of artillery, and the intelligence was lost.

The second group, the last melee fighter, crawled back to headquarters with his teammates killed and his legs blown off, and the information was safely delivered.

In the end, due to the infection of both legs, he died in the medical department of the death guard.

In the third group, two people died, escorting the shooters to transport the information, and the shooters were finally discovered by Hades, who was roaming and patrolling at night in the farmland farthest from the headquarters, and the information was safely delivered.

The shooter died of blood loss.

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At this point, all the staff died, and the information was delivered safely.

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From time to time, the whispered sobs of others reached Hades's ears, and Hades stared blankly at the cross in front of him as if no one was around.

The Death Guard believes in silent demise and reincarnation, and these wooden crosses will soon fade away from the poison gas of Barbaros and the corrosion of acid rain.

When the body of the last cross disappeared into this reckless land, when the sorrow began to fade into oblivion,

The land will be replanted, and the wheat that sustains the lives of the people of Barbaros will silently replace the crosses, which symbolize indomitable crosses.

Those wheats will grow vigorously and silently until they are cut by the sickle, completing their silent life.

Just like the Barbaros people.

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In Barbaros, death is common.

Death is not worth such grief.

It's just the daily routine of the people of Barbaros.

Every Barbaros knows this in their hearts.

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A pair of elderly parents came and stopped at a cross, the mother weeping and the father smiling, they did not regret the sacrifice of their children for the sake of justice.

Even though they are standing here at the moment, standing in front of their son's tombstone, their hearts buried in pain.

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A young boy stood by another cross, holding a rudimentary scythe from the Death Guard, and swore in a low voice.

He swore to avenge his brother, and it was the War Department that was about to enter the Death Guard.

The spark of revenge burned in the boy's dim eyes.

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A tall warrior stands silently in front of a cross.

Speechless.

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A tired woman clung to her two children, crying with restraint.

A family still needs support, and she can't afford to fall.

Your father fought for a future free of oppression.

Remember, children, remember all this.

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A young girl cried loudly, cursing the alien and her lover who was bent on going to the front.

"Why did you abandon me?!"

"Let's go?! There are still three days left, and the order for me to apply to go to the front line has been transferred down, why did you escape first?! ”

She shouted, desperately covering her head with her hands and kneeling, her hair bursting from between her fingers.

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There are also several tombs where there are no living in front of them.

The person lying here is already the last one in a family.

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The sound of dull footsteps rang out, and even on the soft black soil, the footsteps were clearly audible.

"Please mourn."

The tall figure of the original appeared in people's sight.

Motarian was dressed in a gray half-length cloak, and under the cloak was the usual simple combat uniform, without a trace of decoration, and was plain all over.

He was followed by Karastiphon and two other Death Guards.

Every time the Death Guard was killed, Motarian would always take time to comfort his family.

If he's too busy to get out, he'll let his guards do it.

The people on the cemetery were attracted by this tall and serious original body, and the aura of the original body itself added a bit of seriousness to the originally sad scene.

The charm of the original body is indescribable, and the people on the tomb spontaneously walked to Motarian's side, waiting for comfort with a heavy heart.

They need to be told that it all makes sense.

It's all worth it.

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"The fighters have heroically fulfilled their mission."

"Even in the face of the cunning sneak attack of the aliens, they remained calm and fulfilled their mission to the greatest extent possible."

"In this regard, I deeply mourn and respect the soldiers who lie here."

Motarian closed his eyes and faced the group of tombstones standing on the reckless earth, one hand on his chest, and mourned in silence.

The three guards behind him also closed their eyes and saluted.

The families of the deceased suppressed their overflowing grief and began to mourn.

Sad and ignorant children, grief-stricken and hysterical maidens, desperate and resilient women, angry and strong boys, indifferent but dedicated warriors, sad and self-aware couples.

Be silent, O Barbarus.

As a small member of this vast and infinite universe, as a point in this grand romantic story,

Small as ants, humble as mud.

You bow your heads that toil all day long, but you are the indomitable warriors who are buried in your heads.

No sacrifice is too small to be trivialized, and no effort is too light to be contemptible.

After all, the fighting spirit of resistance burns in your humble but unyielding chests!

The living are silent, paying the utmost respect to the dead who are fearless in their deaths.

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When the silence ended, Motarian crouched down and spoke attentively to the families of the deceased.

He comforted the weeping child, encouraged the warrior who was about to go, and promised the emaciated woman.

The hope was small, but like a small ripple, it began to ripple outward with Motarian as the center, layer by layer.

Sad, but still hopeful.

Because, they know that it all makes sense and is worth it.

Motarian gave them hope for the future they were looking forward to.

After hope, it is the fighting spirit.

In order to live up to the deceased, in order to go to the expected tomorrow together.

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Hades stood still, silently stunned.

The figure of Herrela's struggle before her death still echoed before his eyes.

There is no imaginary unwillingness, only tenacity as a warrior in order to complete the task.

Hades knew Herrela's feelings for him.

He knows that......

But the girl's gratitude to the life-saving benefactor did not evolve into the lingering of the children's private feelings, but became the motivation to support her in the fight.

"Thanks, I can take one last look at you......"

"Please come on...... I believe that Hades can lead everyone to liberate this land......"

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The warriors of Barbaros believe so much in the future.

Herella is an inconspicuous microcosm of their thousands of people.

She has her own personal feelings, but she is still not afraid to sacrifice for the liberation of this land.

Hades was bitter in his mouth.

Xenomorphs must be eliminated and oppression must be overthrown.

With the strategic map being delivered, the all-round preparations for the Death Guard are about to begin.

The decisive battle with the alien lord Nacre is approaching.

Time is running out.

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Herrela's last words echoed in his ears......

Herella ......

But the world is always so cold and unforgiving......

The deceased has passed away, and the living take the deceased's wish for the future and continue to struggle to walk in the world.

Hatred, anger, and a desire to change the future are mixed together.

Time is running out......

Hades knew it was time for him to make final preparations.