On New Year's Eve, for people all over the world, this day was immersed in the joy and happiness of entering the new era of the 21st century.

However, this day was a day for Beitang Yaori to never forget him forever.

--Bang!

At 0:00:00:00:00:01 in the morning of the New Age, the Manilathon Island fired.

The whole world is celebrating the arrival of the new year and the new era, but on Manilathon Island, it is the beginning of cruel and bloody.

The eighteen-year-old outstanding brigade general, Ulysses Cage, participated in the real battle for the first time.

Cruelty, gunfire, bloody corpses, and comrades fell down in front of him one by one. The pressure of the federal military and political affairs, and the first hundred outstanding soldiers, all died overnight.

The dark sky was filled with smoke, and the air was filled with blood and burnt skin, which made people disgusting.

The black brigadier general's uniform was covered with mud and blood. Ulysses looked at the last fallen comrade in front of him, and for the first time he was unwilling to cry.

——Commodore Cage, this is fake information. We have designed it. All 107 soldiers died and no one survived.

——Commodore Cage, the boy holding the federal flag, was named Jason. He was just sixteen years old. In the morning, he smiled and told me that after the battle, he would go home to see his just dated girlfriend. Now, he will never go back.

——Commodore Cage, go, go quickly! We were attacked and designed, it was him, that child, he was a traitor!

——Commodore Cage, the last order from the superior, no matter how much combat power we have left, you must also let you go back to the Federation safely, even if you give your life!

——Commodore Cage, please leave quickly, leave quickly!

——Boom——

"Um--!!"

Beitang Yaori suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

The fine sweat on the forehead slowly flowed along the handsome jaw, and the chest was pounding violently.

In front of me, there seemed to be a sea of ​​fireworks, charred corpses and cannon fodder all over the mountains.

It's a dream...

The habitual neurotic headache broke out again, and Beitang Yaori slowly rubbed his temples with his thumb.

That was not a dream, it was the first battle he participated in and led after he won the Major General Officer Certificate in the Federal Military Academy, and ended the defeated battle with absolute and heavy defeat.

What happened more than ten years ago still makes Beitang Yaori still remember it vividly.

He is at ease in everything and is confident in everything he does. Absolute excellence does not allow him to make any mistakes.

And that Manilathon battle is the bloody fact that Beitang Yaori will never forget, the most failed and the most shameful.

It was just because of his carelessness that all the members died.

Closed his eyes, Beitang Yaori took a deep breath and calmed down his violently beating heart.

The appearance of a teenage child appeared in his mind, a sneer that was not consistent with his age, a thin body, and a Scorpio tattoo on his left shoulder and arm.

——Xing Yi!

Beitang Yaori will never forget this name. This terrifying little boy who owe Beitang Yaori and bears more than a hundred innocent lives.

"Yao Ri..."

The soft and gentle call in my ears brought Beitang Yaori back to reality.

Turning his head, Beitang Yaori saw a worried face.
Chapter completed!