"Ji Prefecture has no shortage of bold souls who sing in sorrow."
"Let sacrifice for our country begin with me."
"The Gallant Heroes Association."
Inside the aircraft cabin.
The man with the distinctive Ji Prefecture accent wore a black headband and slowly drew the short sword at his waist.
Compared with Ground-Level Forces such as Chun Prefecture's Lei Zi or the Pao Ge Society,
the Gallant Heroes Association was a special existence.
They had stronger convictions than the Ground-Level Forces and a more clearly defined organizational structure.
Their faith did not come from any one person.
Without Little White Tiger and Old Ninth, Chun Prefecture might fall apart.
But as long as even one member of the Gallant Heroes Association remained alive, their ideals would continue to spread.
"Draw your swords!"
At that thunderous shout,
the hundred or so Gallant Heroes in the cabin excitedly drew their short swords.
The man slowly turned and roared, "Everyone must die. Is there anything more inspiring than dying for our country?"
"No!"
The Gallant Heroes roared in unison.
"The Alien Races are brutal. They wage war without cause, slaughter our compatriots, kill our people, and undermine our nation's foundations. What should we do?"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The swordsmen of the Gallant Heroes Association strode firmly toward the rear of the cabin.
As the hatch slowly opened,
the man in the lead took the plunge first, leaping into the barrage of artillery fire.
"Fear not, gentlemen. Death is all that awaits. Follow me into battle!"
"If sacrifice is needed, let it begin with us."
No parachutes, no retreat, no support.
The Gallant Heroes jumped from the plane without hesitation, the light of conviction shining in their eyes.
They brushed past the skyful of fire surging up against them.
They were like shooting stars. Knowing