A man drifting through the martial world could hardly avoid getting cut by a blade.
Even generals could not escape dying on the battlefield!
Once they became soldiers and stepped onto the battlefield, everyone could foresee their own deaths.
Including Ye Zhen, the marshal of the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army. He knew full well that he could not bring every last man under his command back home intact.
Perhaps by the end of the joint defense, Ye Zhen would only be able to bring back eighty percent of his soldiers, perhaps sixty percent, perhaps even half!
Whether it was Ye Zhen, the other officers of the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army, or even the ordinary soldiers, they had long been mentally prepared for this.
This was the responsibility and burden of being a man!
If no one shed blood, the parents, wives, and children behind them could never have a peaceful and stable life.
All they could do was struggle with all their strength to stay alive—or kill a few more Devil Race demons before they died!
If the soldiers under Ye Zhen's command died fighting the Devil Race on the battlefield, or even so long as they died on a battlefield, then no matter how grief-stricken Ye Zhen was, he could accept it.
A good man died where he belonged!
Then Ye Zhen would avenge them.
But the manner of death of the soldiers from the two missing patrol units made every bone in Ye Zhen's body tremble!
This was the most humiliating treatment for a man, for a hot-blooded man!
"Marshal... what is it?"
It was the first time Liu Feng had seen Ye Zhen lose control of his emotions. The murderous aura honed through countless battles surged skyward like blood-red wolf smoke, and even Liu Feng's