Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 810
Some people say that in order to gain an advantage in war, the important factors are military strength, tactics, command, supplies, and equipment.

However, when these things are seriously missing and fundamentally irreparable, one thing may miraculously turn the tide of battle.

Just like a grain of gold falling from the sky and falling into the desolate land, it instantly revives the lifeless land.

This kind of thing is called the belief of fighting.

The tactical conference room of the Southern Military Region.

Headed by General Ormon, dozens of senior military generals knelt on one knee neatly, with their right fists tightly pressed against their chests.

Everyone's expression is as death as home, even if the body is smashed to pieces, they will never take half a step back.

The person standing in front of them at this time is the spiritual leader who gave them the belief in fighting. With blond hair and a natural leadership temperament, this person is the king in their hearts.

A determined roar erupted in the meeting room.

"Your Majesty Wei Na, I swear by my soul that I will be loyal to you forever in this life, and I am willing to give up my life for you, even if I die!"

Perhaps some people sneered at the so-called loyalty, thinking that it was just a royal ceremony like a performance.

Indeed, in the prosperity of Guotai Minan, the meaning of loyalty is very weak. As a superior, sometimes it is even impossible to tell whether the loyalty someone says is from the heart.

However, when a country falls apart and the home built in everyone's heart collapses bit by bit in front of them, the meaning of a leader will expand infinitely.

Why do knights follow the king in their hearts?

That's because Wang's belief has been recognized by them, and Wang can bring everyone's strength together to realize their common aspirations.

In the face of adversity, the king is looking for the knights who protect her, and the knights are also eager for the appearance of the king who guides them.

At that time, the embarrassing resistance in despair will instantly become the dawn of hope, and the fight for the king in my heart will explode with unimaginable power.

Southern Military Region Headquarters.

The 16 main divisions were assembled on the huge plain, with more than 20 soldiers, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

On a temporary high platform, General Ormon accompanied an old man who was walking slowly up the platform.

This person is Nanfeng's grandfather, Derek.

Derek used to be a soldier, even though he was old, he still saluted a standard Victorian military salute to the densely packed soldiers below.

Then, an old voice came from the high platform.

"My name is Derek. I used to belong to the Fourth Division of the Central Army. Now, I want to tell a story buried by time. This story happened in Londinium 21 years ago."

Reaching into his pocket with wrinkled palms, Derek pulled out two yellowed letters.

Of these two letters from 21 years ago, one was from Frey, the Chief of Military Affairs of the Empire, and the other was from Yarlin, the Chief Executive of the Empire.

The two letters pointed to a boy with the blood of the former king flowing in his body at that time.

The difference is that one letter represents erasure and the other represents salvation.

On the high platform, Derek's old voice drifted down the microphone to the ears of tens of thousands of soldiers. What he told was exactly the incident that the empire ordered to secretly send Nanfeng 21 years ago.

Combining the two letters, Derek completely restored the incident without missing a single detail.

In order to ensure that her own children would inherit the throne, the queen at that time secretly expelled the children born to the king and others, and Frey, the chief of military affairs, even ordered to kill them in cold blood.

The irony is that Frey wants everyone in the know to think that South Wind is still alive, just missing.

And Arlin wanted the queen and Frey to think that Nanfeng was dead.

The final decision rested with Derek, who was in charge of this dual task at the time.

However, Derek didn't kill Nanfeng or save him, but left him in the concentrated area of ​​infected people in Notting City, so far, he was resigned to his fate.

This is a hidden history, combined with the two letters and the approval of General Ormon, the authenticity no longer needs to be questioned.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were moved when they heard this, some gritted their teeth, and some had moist eyes.

It turned out that the empire they had been loyal to was so corrupt that for the sake of inheriting the throne, they would even kill the children who also flowed the blood of the former king.

Just when the soldiers were excited, Nanfeng with golden hair came up to the high platform.

Facing the sea of ​​people, Nanfeng said solemnly.

"I am the protagonist of the story, the child who was sent out of Londinium 21 years ago. I have the royal blood of the Aslan clan flowing in my body. My mother told me when I was young that I inherited the king As a descendant of King Willanson, this is a kind of luck, but also a kind of misfortune."

Nanfeng's voice is full of sincerity and freedom.

"To be honest, I knew about my life experience a long time ago, but I didn't feel any resentment or injustice. I was never valued, and I didn't even have a name. What I had was just a southerly affair with a group of infected brothers. This code name, however, I survived, as long as I am still alive, I think whether it is a royal family or an ordinary person, it is a kind of luck."

Having said that, Nan Feng changed the subject, and the free and easy voice in his voice was replaced by anger.

"However, now that some people have been deprived of the right to live, does the ruler of a country really have the right to decide the survival of an ethnic group? I don't think so. The three words of infected are not a name for distinguishing status. If there is no With the help of the infected, I couldn't even survive, and above the infected, these people also have a common name, the nationals of Victoria."

On the high platform, the south wind raised its arms and shouted, and the resounding voice resounded through the heaven and earth.

"It is the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders, but this order must be based on protecting the people. Now, the ruler of this country has violated the will of the former king. Whether it is a soldier, a citizen, or an infected person, as long as he is born as a human, he will not allow This kind of thing happened on our land, brothers, your loyalty is evident, our battle will surely be won, the decaying empire needs to be subverted, the end of darkness must be a bright future!"

As soon as Nan Feng finished speaking, a war roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted.

"I will follow the blood of the royal family until death!"

Nan Feng on the high platform tore off the clothes on his upper body, revealing a lifelike lion tattoo.

The lion on the muscles has a ferocious face, as if it can tear apart all enemies, and in the next second, a coercion contained in the blood spreads.

"Brothers, what about the army of millions, whoever stands in my way, even a god will destroy it, kill it!"

"kill!"

Feeling the murderous aura emanating from Nan Feng, General Ao Meng on the high platform was also emotionally infected.

At this moment, he seemed to see hundreds of years ago, the figure of the former king of the Aslan tribe leading the soldiers who swore to follow him to fight on the battlefield.

General Ormon raised his right hand and shouted to the tens of thousands of soldiers below.

"Follow the blood of the former king, kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The earth-shattering roar erupted in the vast crowd, and every soldier seemed to ignore death.

This was the first time in their lives that the heirs of the royal blood called them brothers.

(End of this chapter)