"Your Majesty's situation is not very optimistic." This is the first sentence the palace guard said when he saw Marceau.

Marceau naturally understood the pain in his Majesty's heart - his family shed blood for this country. Now the once prosperous family genealogy is only him and his daughter. The Faisal royal family has stepped on the cliff with one foot. If the big palace no longer laughs, I still remember that when the old King Faisal was still there, when he was still there, when Marceau and Mo Qingyu were still on the mission to deliver letters, the current king and his brothers and sisters stood beside the old man.

Unfortunately, his brother had already died in battle, and his sister also sacrificed his life for his country. The eldest sister and her husband died in the south because they refused to surrender. Her skull is said to be embedded on the battle flag of the New Eden Central Army. The second sister disappeared when she retreated with her child. The third sister was seriously injured in the previous battle. Because she was cursed by the New Eden, she finally had to purify her body and soul. The fourth sister... died in a bombing of the New Eden's hospital in the rear.

"I know, please take us to see Your Majesty." Marceau said in a low voice.

Albert, who was beside him, also lowered his head.

Because the battle lasted for so long, even the king could not guarantee his full meal. The plates filled with fruits were empty, and there were no more precious flowers and plants in the garden, but some edible vegetables.

"You are here, Marceauqing, Albertqing, I'm sorry to let you see the royal family so desolate." His Majesty the King was skewed on the rack in front of the grill in the garden, with a few rats on the rack - this was the food that Ashbey had the least shortage of this period. A large number of corpses feed countless rats. Don't feel disgusting, and don't say anything beautiful. As the battle entered a cruel period of consumption, a pot of vegetable soup with dried rats and earthworms was very rare food. It was a delicacy that girls and wounded were qualified to enjoy, let alone meat.

In his previous life, when Ashby's first defensive battle reached its most tragic period, the defenders of the East Continent ate the dead and continued to fight - because they had no time to catch mice, and people, especially those who died, were everywhere, just like the first Thirty Years War of Humans and Insects, how many defenders continued to fight while eating insects and meat.

So, Marceau is really grateful for all the experiences in his previous life. It is because they made Marceau a standard warrior, not those wastes who can't even stand blood.

To defeat those madmen of New Eden, they must be calmer, crueler, and crazy than them.

Because only in this way can we win.

As for whether it is worth it, it is of course worth it. Those light infantry who died in the sewer to attract the attention of the insects from the retreating civilian convoy, the armored assault soldiers who died in the shelter without ammunition and food were exhausted, and the armed civilians who finally died in the main control room of the track elevator, and the soldiers who died silently for various reasons. The defenders who died in the First Human-Word War all felt this way.

As long as civilization can be continued, only the young can be redeemed. As long as the fire of hope remains burning, all struggles are worth it, all sufferings are worth it, and all sacrifices are worth it.

Thinking of this, Massau sat in front of King Faisal: "Your Majesty, I have eaten beans for a long time." He said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work." Although Albert seemed to have not liked the king before, he ended up performing a knightly salute on one knee.

"You have to work harder. I know that everyone who lives in this city these days has worked hard." When the Majesty said this, he pulled a rat leg off the grill and handed it to Marceau. Marceau took the leg with a smile, and then handed it to the little princess who had been staring at the mouse from the beginning: "My Majesty, I have eaten it when I came, come."

The little princess was stunned for a moment, then looked at her father in front of her with a little surprise, and a little afraid.

The king nodded with a smile, and then his daughter reached out, took the rat leg from Marceau, and swallowed it voraciously - just a little bit of meat, but the little girl was very happy.

When King Faisal handed over another leg, she shook her head hard: "I'm full, father."

The king nodded with a smile, then put the legs in his hand into his mouth.

Albert knelt there, choking.

Marceau sighed in his heart, and the little girl in front of him was so sensible that it broke the cat's heart.

"By the way, Marceauqing, what is the battle?" the king asked.

"We have always maintained control of Second Avenue, and the losses of the New Edens are more than twice as much as ours. We are bleeding each other, which is consistent with the opinions of the pre-war staff. We must defend this city, Your Majesty." Marceau had nothing to hide about the situation of the war.

"...I know, and understand, Marsole, I have also been to the battlefield. Although my guards will not let me go for the first time, I have witnessed your courage and fearlessness." The king sighed at this point, and Albert glanced at the little princess, and then looked at his majesty: "Your Majesty, please send the little princess to the north."

This was discussed by Marceau and Albert while on the road. These sufferings should not be endured by a child like the little princess, even if she is the last descendant of the royal family.

"I don't want to leave my father." Surprisingly, the little princess rejected Albert's suggestion, and her hands clutched her father's pants legs.

This performance made Marceau silent for a moment - he understood that this was the stubbornness of the Faisal family, even if King Faisal reached out to rub his daughter's head: "Ambert Qing was not wrong, it's really too dangerous here."

The little princess still did not agree. She shook her head: "When my mother leaves, I will definitely follow you and not leave you."

King Faisal reached out and hugged his daughter to his lap.

Marceau bowed his head and saluted: "Since the little princess is unwilling to leave, then Albert, we don't have to force it."

"But, it's really... too dangerous." Albert shook his head, but finally he stood up: "Your Majesty, since you're fine, then I and Marceau will take their leave first."

"Go, I hope we will see you again next week." His Majesty the King said.

In response to this, Albert nodded: "It will definitely be, your majesty, we will see you again."
Chapter completed!