Some people say that in order to achieve superiority in war, the important factors are troops, tactics, command, supplies, and equipment.

But when all of these things are badly missing and fundamentally irreparable, there is one thing that can miraculously turn the tide of battle.

Like a grain of gold that falls from the sky and falls into a desolate place, it makes the lifeless land instantly rejuvenated.

This kind of thing is called the belief in fighting.

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Tactical conference room of the Southern Military District.

Led by General Omun, dozens of senior generals of the military region knelt neatly on one knee, their right fist tightly pressed against their chest.

Everyone's expression is as if they are at home, even if they are broken, 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 golden hair and a natural leadership temperament, this person is the king in their hearts.

A resolute roar erupted in the conference room.

"Your Majesty Vina, we swear by our souls that we will always be loyal in this life, and we are willing to give our lives for you, and we will never give up!"

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Some people may scoff at the so-called loyalty, thinking that it is nothing more than a performance of imperial power.

Indeed, in the good times of the country and the people, the meaning of loyalty is very weak, and as a superior person, sometimes it is even impossible to tell whether the allegiance in someone's mouth is from the heart.

But when a nation falls apart, and the home that everyone has built in their hearts crumbles in front of them, the meaning of leadership expands infinitely.

Why do knights follow the king in their hearts?

That's because, the king's beliefs are recognized by them, and the king can unite the strength of all people to fulfill a common desire.

In the midst of adversity, the king is looking for the knights who will protect her, and the knights are also eager to guide their king.

At that time, the embarrassment of resistance in despair will instantly turn into the dawn of hope, and fighting for the king in your heart will burst out with unimaginable power.

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Headquarters of the Southern Military District.

The 16 main divisions were assembled on the huge plain, with more than 200,000 soldiers and soldiers, and there was no edge in sight.

On a makeshift platform, General Ormon accompanied an old man who walked slowly up to the platform.

This person is Nanfeng's grandfather, Derek.

Derek used to be a soldier, and even though he was old, he gave a standard Victorian military salute to the dense crowd of soldiers below.

Then, the old man's voice came from the high platform.

"My name is Derek, I used to belong to the 4th Division of the Central Army, and now, I want to tell a story buried by time, this story, which happened 21 years ago in Lentinium."

With his wrinkled palms reaching out to his pockets, Derek pulled out two yellowed letters.

These two letters, dated 21 years ago, one from Frey, the Imperial Chief of Military Affairs, and the other from Yarlin, the Imperial Chief of Administration.

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

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

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On the high platform, Derek's old voice drifted down the microphone to the ears of tens of thousands of soldiers, and he told about the incident of the Empire's secret repatriation of the South Wind 21 years ago.

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

In order to ensure that her children inherited the throne, the queen at that time secretly expelled the children born to the king and others, and Frey, the chief of military affairs, ordered to be erased in cold blood.

Ironically, Frey wanted everyone who knew the inside story to think that Southwind was still alive and just nowhere to be found.

And Arlin, who wanted the queen and Frey to think that Southwind was dead.

The final decision was in the hands of Derek, who was responsible for carrying out this dual task at the time.

However, instead of killing Southwind or saving him, Derek left him in the Notting City's Infected Concentration District, leaving him to his fate.

....

This is a hidden history, and combined with the two letters and the endorsement of General Ormon, the authenticity of which can no longer be questioned.

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

It turns out that the empire they once served to be loyal to is so corrupt that for the sake of the succession to the throne, they will even wipe out the children who also have the blood of the previous king.

Just when the soldiers were excited, a south wind with golden broken hair walked onto the high platform.

Facing the sea of people, Nanfeng said solemnly.

"I am the hero of the story, the child who was sent out of Lentinium 21 years ago, I have the royal blood of the Aslan clan in my veins, and my mother told me when I was young that I inherited the power of the previous king, and as a descendant of King Wilancen, it is a blessing and a misfortune."

The voice of the south wind is full of sincere freedom.

"To be honest, I already knew about my background, but I didn't feel any resentment and injustice, I wasn't taken seriously, I didn't even have a name, and some were just the code name of Nanfeng with a group of infected brothers, but I survived, as long as I was alive, I think it was a kind of luck whether it was a royal family or an ordinary person."

Speaking of this, Nanfeng's words changed, and the ease in his voice was replaced by anger.

"But now that certain people are 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 word infected is not a name for distinguishing status, I can't even survive without the help of the infected, and above the infected, these people have a common name, the Nationals of Victoria. ”

On the high platform, the south wind raised its arms and shouted, and the loud voice resounded through the world.

"Soldiers take obedience to orders as their duty, but this order must be based on protecting the people, now, the ruler of this country has violated the will of the previous king, whether it is a soldier, a citizen, or an infected person, as long as he is born as a human being, he will not allow this kind of thing to happen in our land, brothers, your loyalty is visible, our battle will be won, the decaying empire needs to be subverted, the end of darkness must be a bright future!"

As soon as the south wind spoke, a tsunami-like battle cry erupted.

"We are willing to follow the royal bloodline until death!"

Nanfeng on the high platform ripped off his upper clothes, revealing a lifelike lion tattoo.

The muscular lion had a hideous face, as if it could tear all enemies apart, and in the next second, a coercion contained in the blood spread out.

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

"Kill!"

Feeling the murderous aura emanating from Nanfeng's body, General Omon on the high platform was also emotionally infected.

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

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

"Follow the bloodline of the previous king, kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

....

An earth-shattering roar erupted in the vast sea of people, and every soldier seemed to put death aside.

For the first time in their lives, they had heard that the heirs of the royal blood referred to them as brothers.