"You want to control the abortion, it's impossible. This city is over..." In the corner of the street, a human city guard covered the wound on his waist and said to Marceau and others: "You are not humans, but you can stand up at this time... Thank you, but you should escape quickly."

"No, Mingmei, Youjiu, treat him with his wounds. Where is the closest city guard here? Where is the arsenal?" Marceau looked at the injured city guard and his brothers in front of him.

"What are you going to do?" The old city guard was a little confused, and looked at Marceau with some vigilance.

"I am Marceau of Paroonst. In the name of the Arcandal Brotherhood Sage and the Canonized Saints of the Gods, I will gather the brave men in the crowd, guard the streets ahead, and cover all innocents who can escape from birth." Marceau looked at the city guards in front of him, and continued after opening the array of lies detection: "I and my lovers will fight on the front line until the innocents retreat, or the maggots of New Eden flood us with this embankment."

"...Karn, take them to your arsenal, Linde, take them to the city garrison...I believe you, I have heard of you... Save those stupid guys."

"I will."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Marceau nodded.

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The weapons in the arsenal were soon moved to the street by two teams of kittens and the city guards who rushed to the news, and some players, and the weapon boxes in the city guards were also dragged out. With the weapons and confidence, Masce took the two teams of kittens, transformed into earth elements, and stood arrogantly at the city gate.

The crowd of people who were crowded together and indiscriminately finally stopped. They watched Masso walk along the city wall to the top of the city gate: "I know you want to leave! But you can't leave if you squeeze in like this, so! Children and women go here! Cowardly men go here! Those who are brave enough to protect their wives and children go there to get weapons!"

Looking at the weapons in the hands of the kittens, the crowd began to separate. Some men seemed to have finally regained their courage at this time. They walked towards the city guards and the kittens.

"I don't want to die! Let me go!" The strong man ran to the open city gate wailed.

There are also fat people who kissed their lover and children and walked towards the collection point.

More players were coming out of the crowd. These stragglers who were obviously not members of the battle group looked at Marceau, and one of the leaders stood up: "Can you guarantee that the innocent people here can escape!"

"I and my lovers will fight on the front line. You can go, but don't occupy the way." Marceau had no hope of whether these scattered soldiers would join the battle, because they had already escaped here. Marceau could not imagine that they would turn around if they only needed half a step to escape from this purgatory.

But the leader gave Marceau another answer: "I know you! Marceau of Paroonst! I also believe what you said... If you can really block the pursuers of New Eden! I can use my life to exchange for the lives of the children in the Paliz Orphanage!" After saying that, he turned around and took the hand of a girl with the children, kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, and smiled and said goodbye to her who was crying, and turned around and walked towards the weapon collection point.

"Me too... I should do something, not just because I lost my weapon, and I would run away like a coward. Thank you, you gave me a chance." A young player said after kissing his girlfriend, and then the guy was dragged to the collection point by his girlfriend.

"What are you doing? So many dear are watching!!"

"It's okay if you want to die, I'll accompany you!"

The players all laughed, and they walked towards the weapon collection point together.

"Will we die?" someone asked before turning around.

Marceau nodded: "Yes, maybe all of us will die here today. Are you afraid of such an ending?"

"I'm afraid, my character is half a legend, and my equipment is good. I didn't want to die here, but seeing that you bastard and your cute wives are all here, I feel like my trash equipment is nothing if I lose it." After the player said that, he wiped his nose: "This is the orphan descendant of the 329th War Chapter. I'm very happy to know you, Mr. Marceau."

"Thank you for staying... I'm also happy to know you. My friends join forces to purgatory." Marceau turned back into human form, and he bowed his head to the players.

"I'm not lonely on the road to the underworld." Many players caught Marceau's words.

Marceau smiled, although the corners of the smile were filled with tears.

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"Why don't you attack!" Michelle's Word Bearer looked at his six squadron captains: "Tell me! Why don't the six squadrons with the strongest combat effectiveness of the Fifth Regiment of the Ingmar Ron regiment attack the city gate? What are you doing?!"

"The commander over there is Marceau, who discovered the refuge of the 452nd Regiment where our ancestors were, Marceau of the Su family." The commander of the Sixth Squadron was the first to answer: "I offer my loyalty to the battle group, but my conscience tells me that I must not wave my sword at my benefactor in this unjust battlefield... Our Sixth Squadron refused to attack the city gate. You can let us go to the war zone with the highest combat losses, and we are willing to pay such a price."

Michelle's Word Bearer took a deep breath and had such a relationship. He really couldn't let his 6th squadron launch an attack. This task that could not be accepted was useless even if it was released again. Instead, it would increase the possibility that these young men would hit him with black guns.

"What about you guys?"

"The ancestors of the 9th Squadron were from the 319th New Lanzhou Chapter, and the rest were the descendants of the young children who were taken away from Mars by the squadron of the 319th Squadron... Although I am not, I cannot let my soldiers attack their benefactors. If I dare them do it, even if they don't mutiny, they will definitely hit me, a ignorant guy." The commander of the blond Ninth Squadron said with an embarrassment.

"It seems like you guys are all like this?"

"Yes, our 11th Squadron is a descendant of the 472nd Squadron. Marceau has regained the glory of our ancestors for us. We really cannot repay our grudges... Even if we are recognized as traitors by the squadron, we are loyal to the squadron, but we really cannot wave weapons at our benefactors." The commander of the 11th Squadron shook his head, and the commander of the 3rd Squadron beside him also expressed the same wish: "We are not descendants of the squadron, but we are descendants of the 719th Light Infantry Division at that time. Marceau has retrieved the battle flag of the 719th Light Infantry Division for us. Our 719th Light Infantry Division can finally be officially included in the list and become a member of the federal army again... If our fathers knew that we were swinging swords at Marceau... they could not imagine how violent they would be, so, sorry, Michelle."

"Damn...whether you, the second squadron leader." Michel looked at the last silent commander.

The latter shook his head: "My surname is Wu, Kou Tian Wu, so you should know that my great-great-grandfather had just been found by Marceau. If my family knew that I was swinging my sword at our family's benefactor in the game... they would definitely kill me."

"So is your squadron OK?"

"No, the problem is even bigger. They are descendants of the 101st Fort Campbell. These guys just told me that even if they become traitors, they would not walk to the south gate even a centimeter distance."

"...Okay, you go to the defense zone of the Fourth Regiment and tell the Fourth Regiment commander to let him change me a few squadrons." Michel rolled her eyes. These guys from the 101st Fort Campbell regiment were famously stubborn. He could imagine that if he forced the order, these guys would definitely kill him, the leader, and then take his head to see the cat.
Chapter completed!