"To die on the battlefield is a Warrior's greatest honor. All the more so when the weak strike the strong—being able to perish together with the enemy is loyalty to one's country. Kill one devil, and you save hundreds upon thousands of common people. No Warrior with hot blood in his veins would shrink back at such a time, nor should he. I believe that for those Air Cavalrymen who willingly perish together with Winged Devils and Ironclad Devils, the war zone should not only refrain from forbidding it, but should vigorously encourage and publicize their heroic deeds, inspiring more Warriors to fight the enemy to the death..."
Before Zuo Qiu Mingyue could speak, the elder Sky Knight from Xuanyuan Hill representing the Great Xia Imperial Family calmly opened his mouth, blocking Zhang Tie's proposal.
This elder of the Great Xia Imperial Family had a head full of silver hair and a silver beard, a high nose, and narrow eyes. His age was impossible to discern, but he carried an imposing presence. Zhang Tie had heard long ago that Xuanyuan Fortress had such a man—a patron elder of the Great Xia Imperial Family named Ning Taisheng, sent by the Crown Prince. In the war zone, he represented the Crown Prince and the Great Xia Imperial Family to a certain extent. Even Zuo Qiu Mingyue deferred to him by three parts. Yet Zhang Tie had only seen him beside Zuo Qiu Mingyue for the first time yesterday, and only this morning had he come into close contact with him and exchanged a few words.
The moment Ning Taisheng first saw Zhang Tie, he had stared at him with sharp, unrestrained eyes, looking him over from head to toe more than once. It had left Zhang Tie faintly displeased, though he had