My Heroic Life

No one thought that these hard-spoken nerds were hiding near-blazing patriotism. Heller and Model were silent, Kay stepped forward and saluted Chandler.

"I understand what your Excellency meant. On behalf of King Arthur's regime, I would like to express my gratitude to all the researchers who paid silently."

"Don't be polite."

Chandler stood up, his face regained calmness.

"All the weapons resources and research results of BAE will be unconditionally provided to the British government. This is the common decision of all our researchers before coming."

"There is only this we can do, and the rest is left to the king and you."

"War is to burn money." Patriarch Heller nodded and said: "We are responsible for the munitions. Since we want to bet, we must do our best."

"In the Demon Realm, there are currently only the pursuit troops reorganized after the last big victory, and the troops are not enough."

Mordel stroked his beard and said: "The standing army should have already set out to take it, and the only remaining are veterans and recruits."

He looked at Kai and said, "I'll go to the veterans and the garrisons, and the recruits and other personnel will be handed over to you, kid."

The House of Lords became busy for a while, and the lawmakers had no time to find another place to discuss. The various groups were all assigned tasks under the command of the leader, which was noisy and orderly.

Many major events in Britain were settled in this noisy house. The guards at the door looked strangely at the thoughts of many powerful people, and then hurried away with their respective tasks.

When people went to the empty upper house, Kai picked up the documents in the wreckage of the wooden table under his feet. He shook the sawdust on it and muttered to himself.

"Collected hard, but the effect is limited."

"My lord? What did you say?"

The guards beside him did not hear the whisper clearly, while Kai who straightened up looked at the row of empty seats and smiled bitterly.

"I underestimated them."

The threat at hand, loyalty or actual benefit, no matter what, the British heroes who have emerged from the disaster of magical recovery are already united at this time. After decades, they once again stand side by side with the British royal family. The opponent is so familiar.

Votigung, can you resist the combined blow of this civilization this time?

"it's time."

Kay turned and walked out of the House of Lords.

"Issue a mobilization order!"

Chapter 83 Gathering of Masters (6/6)

Lawrence is busy in the warehouse.

He moved the lawn mower that had just been used this morning, and the heavy tool box. After a lot of effort, he finally took out the sealed metal box with the British national emblem from under the various debris.

He dusted off the dust and returned to the house with the box. In the living room, the gray-haired wife was knitting a sweater.

"Janelle, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Where to go?"

"The British front is in a hurry. The Prime Minister has issued a national mobilization order. I am a hero and I am going to battle."

"That's it."

The old woman, who was significantly older than Lawrence, put down the ball of yarn in her hand and looked up at her husband with difficulty.

"King Youther asked you to go to war again, what would Pierce's parents do? He kept saying that he wanted his teachers and classmates to meet his heroic father."

Lawrence's face became distorted for an instant. Janelle, who was over eighty years old, had already suffered from Alzheimer's disease. Her memory would forever stay in the summer more than fifty years ago, in the era when he was a hero.

And Pierce in her mouth is no longer there. It was their first child. He was very talented. He became an apostle envied by celebrities at a young age, but he died in the defeat of King Yousor to Vottijn. In the battle, Lawrence was also near death and retired in that battle.

"Forget it, let me go."

Janelle sighed, and stopped looking at Lawrence who didn't know how to answer, and continued to knit a sweater.

"You are always indifferent to his affairs."

Lawrence stood blankly in the living room for a long time before he walked aside with the box. He wiped the box repeatedly with the towel, and the shiny metal shell reflected his obviously younger face than his wife.

In fact, Lawrence was two years older than Janelle. She was a senior at her university. In the era when the magical power recovery just started, he awakened as the heroic man who could call the wind and rain at that time. He also had the opportunity to save several times. Beauty, finally embraced the beauty.

It seems that Lawrence and these people are just the lower heroes in the early stage of magic recovery. They are far from the upper heroes who can perform miracles called treasures today. But even so, the magic in their bodies makes them much younger than their peers. .

He put down the towel in his hand, looked at the national emblem on the box in a daze, and flicked the code with his finger. The box bounced through a gap in the sound of air pressure, opened the lid, and a set of bright armor was lying quietly in it.

The style of the armor is old, but the quality is very strong. The entire armor is made of precious magic metal, and the long time cannot erode this mysterious creation.

He stretched out his hand to stroke the armor, and stroked the old man who had accompanied him through countless battlefields but had been covered in dust for many years. There seemed to be hallucinations before his eyes, and his faces appeared in his memory. They were the partners who had fought side by side.

The bosses, the subordinates, the likes, and the dislikes, no matter what the impression is, there are very few still alive. There are too many people who died in the long war.

His wife was already dozing off, Lawrence got up and put her to bed and returned to the living room. That night, he stroked her armor in the middle of the night and stayed silent at the bedside in the second half of the night.

One night passed, and Lawrence was ready to go.

The wife woke up very early, and she went to the living room again, knitting the sweater like last night, Lawrence knew that by noon she would say that the knitting was small and reopen it, and then the cycle repeated.

"I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

Janelle didn't understand what Lawrence's expedition meant. She said goodbye briefly as her husband went out as usual, and Lawrence didn't care, he just stood there and looked at her for a long time.

He turned and walked towards the door, and saw himself in the armor in the mirror in the hall. He was in a trance for a moment, as if he had seen the scene that had been reflected in the mirror.

The young hero wore armor and was full of spirits. The beautiful Janelle helped her husband adjust the position of the armor, and the young Pierce ran around him.

After a short while, consciousness rose from memory, and in the mirror, the lonely old man opened the door and left.

He walked out of the courtyard and looked back at the house, as if he wanted to print this picture in his mind so as not to forget it.

The granddaughter received her call yesterday, and she will be there at noon. There is no need to worry about Janelle's daily life.

It's time, let's go.

Lawrence stepped forward. He walked across the street calmly, smiled amidst the surprised eyes and comments of the neighbors in the neighborhood, and got in the car and left.

At the same time in Britain, similar scenes were staged everywhere, and a retired veteran put on an old armor and rushed to the battlefield.

In the Apostle Academy, young recruits lined up to get on the train amidst the cries of their families, their faces tense, and gritted their teeth to stop their trembling bodies for the future of their homeland.

Not only retired personnel and recruits, but also problematic children and dangerous figures among the British heroes are also affected by this mobilization order. They will passively participate in this overwhelming war and draw a lot of color in this turbulent history. One stroke.