Sometimes, some things can make you feel... that this world is just a cycle.
Some things that happened in the past keep happening again and again, to the point that you feel what you are experiencing, or are about to experience, seems to have already happened at some point in the past.
Ryan froze for a moment, then laughed. "When I first left the army, I was just like you. Then I protected a woman and a child until they nearly killed me!"
He lifted his shirt hem, exposing the wound beneath. "I almost died, but luckily, my Captain pulled me back from the embrace of death."
"I won't demand that you be just like me, but you have to take responsibility for yourself and your family."
"This is war, not redemption!"
Leaving the young soldier behind in a daze, the unit continued advancing rapidly. Ryan's words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
The Federation was actually very effective at propaganda. It was always telling the Federation's citizens—
"Hey, we aren't sending troops to invade anyone. We're sending troops to help people escape their suffering, to save them!"
But in reality, how many people needed Federation soldiers to save them? Couldn't they save themselves? They had weapons, determination, and courage. So why did they need a country unrelated to them to come rescue them?
Everything the domestic media bragged about and concealed would be exposed once they reached the actual battlefield.
This had never been redemption or salvation. It was naked aggression.
Ryan had understood this through battle after battle. The looks people gave them were not joyful or hopeful. They were filled only with hatred and disgust.
Those were not the eyes people turned on their saviors, but on their enemies.
The unit advanced quickly. Before eight-thirty, they had already