"Warriors of Pusilan, heroes of Pusilan, the Zerg fleet outnumbers us by a full four times. Are you afraid?!" Klaist's roar over the public channel drew everyone's attention away from their terror. Some quick-reacting soldiers immediately answered, "Not afraid..."
But among six hundred warships and nearly ten million soldiers, not even a tenth responded.
Klaist's next words brought knowing smiles to everyone's faces. "Not afraid? That's a lie. Eighty percent of those who say they aren't afraid are lying. Ten percent of the warriors may truly not be afraid, while the remaining ten percent are either generals or captains..."
"To tell you the truth, it's perfectly normal for you to be afraid, because I'm afraid too! But I'm not afraid of dying—I'm afraid of dying with regrets!" Klaist's ensuing roar gradually sobered everyone. "Look at the Zerg. A year ago, they were merely a fledgling civilization that had just advanced to Level 6. Yet in less than a year, they have grown into a colossal force capable of confronting our Federation Allied Forces head-on! If this civilization belonged to humanity, then we should cheer, we should rejoice, because as long as we caught hold of this fast ship beneath human civilization, we could ride the wind and waves straight into the skies!"
"But this terrifying civilization does not belong to humanity. It belongs to the Zerg—the executioners who wiped out tens of billions of people in Gibraltar and slaughtered hundreds of billions, trillions, tens of trillions, and quadrillions of innocent lives in Columbia. They are not only humanity's enemy, but the enemy of every living race! Their rise leaves us with only one fate: shattered homes and suffering loved ones!" Klaist's words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. That was right. When a war was not fought for profit, politics, or