The warlord recognized them, and his expression became astonished.

"That is……"

Lei Ze said in a calm tone.

"Clone trooper, since you have been on the battlefield, you should be familiar with it."

Of course the Warlanders recognize them.

Those who grow eight times faster have an average theoretical lifespan of eight years, but their average lifespan on the battlefield is only three years.

During the Battle of Sunset, the Alliance took the surrendered clone troopers as prisoners, and many of them are still alive today.

They have neither reproductive function nor complete minds, and it is almost impossible to integrate into civilized society. How to deal with them more humanely and whether to count them as human beings has always been a difficult problem for the Alliance Institute of Biology and the Academy of Social Sciences.

Seeing that the young man behind him seemed to be very interested in them, Lei Ze stopped in front of the mural about clones, recalled it for a moment and then spoke.

"We used our own genetic source code to create a group of Valantians who are different from us, hoping that they can fight for us... However, it turns out that this is a failed exploration. Sacrifice is not something that can be replaced.

Civilization will only move forward after paying a sufficient price."

A failed quest?

There was a complicated expression on the warrior's face.

In fact, if he were to evaluate them, those clone cannon fodders were still a bit difficult to deal with.

To this day, he still remembers that the Pioneer was once cornered by an army of 2,000 clones, and even the launch of a tactical nuclear bomb did not fundamentally change the situation of the war.

It wasn't until reinforcements from the Alliance arrived that the entire battle was completely ended.

Of course, they were not called the Alliance at that time, and many things only happened later.

"Actually, there's one thing I don't understand...why someone like His Majesty the Marshal would approve of technology like cloning human cannon fodder."

Including the massacre of the city of Avente...

The marshal should still be alive at that time, right?

Looking at the young man with confusion written on his face, Lei Ze just smiled faintly.

"Thinking about the plight of the predecessors from the perspective of future generations will indeed lead to confusion like this... Then I also want to ask you, why do people as aboveboard as your managers treat clones as containers?"

Warlord was about to answer, but suddenly realized something and looked at the old man in golden power armor in astonishment.

Your managers...

Did this guy see through his identity?!

Lei Ze glanced at him meaningfully, and those cloudy pupils seemed to penetrate his soul.

"You are too young. You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me... It was probably more than a hundred years ago, when Marshal Julius had not left us. There was a time when the person I dealt with most often was

You bunch of 'blue gophers' and pangolins running around? There's nothing wrong with you calling yourself that, it all looks the same to me anyway."

Seeing that the old man had already seen through his trick, the warlord was silent for a while and said with a wry smile.

"When did you find out?"

Could it be that a flaw was exposed in Dawn City?

There seemed to be a member of the Praetorian Guard there, too, and he seemed to be named Quaker.

But when dealing with that guy, he was always very careful, and even after careful consideration, he didn't seem to reveal any flaws.

"...No need to guess, I knew who you were and where you came from from the moment you entered Triumph City."

After a pause, Lei Ze continued.

"But you don't need to be nervous. It doesn't matter to me whether you are a resident of the shelter, a visitor from five light years away, or an alien who is no match for humans... You are the marshal waiting for you."

As a person, and I brought you here, my mission is completed."

After speaking, he looked at the reliefs on the wall in front of him and continued in a normal tone.

"Mr. Julius is not a perfect saint. He is actually the same as your respected managers. He also has his own feelings, desires and ideas..."

"He will be angry when he is betrayed, and he will be sad when he sees his companions dying around him. Avent City betrayed us, but the residents of Avent City are indeed innocent, and he regretted it afterwards. However,

Things have already happened, and the water that was thrown out cannot be put back into the cup, and many things will not be reversed due to personal will."

"Between the worst and the worse decision, he chose the moment when he thought the damage would be less, allowing time to resolve the conflict between the Wilantes and the old humans, and avoiding the conflict between the Wilantes and the Wilantes.

We parted ways. And this is also the reason why Triumph City protects slaves. Before this, foreigners other than the Weirant people, let alone becoming captains of thousands, even surviving was a luxury."

"Including the later clone troopers, he hoped that in this way, the Wilrantians would shed less blood. However, when he came to his senses, he suddenly discovered that he had just created a new batch of Wilrantians.

, and does not fundamentally solve the problem."

"And the sacrifices the Wilant people made for this did not decrease. On the contrary, due to the increase in war potential, more wars were won and more blood was shed."

"And this is what makes him even more painful. He thinks that he is a sinner of the Wilant people and even all mankind. He regrets that his decision-making is extremely stupid, and he is very much like the smart-aleck Lowell in the Far East."

"He wanted to end the Wasteland Era, but he made himself and his children a part of the Wasteland Era. However, even so, his subordinates still worshiped him, and they worshiped him more and more, and even regarded him as a god.

……including me."

The old man lowered his eyebrows slightly, then opened his eyes again.

"I see all this, whether it is his joy or pain, after all, he always takes me by his side."

"He once asked me if I regretted it, but to this day, my answer is still the same... I will never regret my loyalty to him."

"As the gentleman himself said, no one can go through life without making mistakes, and there has never been a perfect saint in this world. He can predict many things and solve many problems, but in the end there will be someone who has unexpected consequences.

The unreached quagmire lurks in front of us all..."

"But there's nothing to be afraid of. We're not even afraid of death, let alone a fall?"

"As he himself once said, as long as we record history honestly, face it openly and openly, the Wilant people are a nation with hope, and sooner or later we will be able to get out of our own quagmire.

walk out."

When he said this, Lei Ze had a calm expression on his face.

The battlefield atmosphere team's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed lightly.

The plain and ordinary tone seemed to be eloquent, but it seemed as if a thick epic was unfolding in front of him.

It is impossible to say that there is not the slightest touch in my heart...

As for where the marshal was, he actually already had the answer in his mind.

"So... Marshal Julius is actually gone a long time ago, right?"

In fact, he had already had a premonition.

"The omnipotent marshal in the hearts of the Velant people is actually just an ordinary person born in the 21st year of the Wasteland Era, not even an awakened person. Years of war have left many incurable hidden diseases on his body, so much so that

In the end, he had to wear power armor with a life-support device to stay alive, and he would be woken up by pain almost every night..."

"I remember the last time I had dinner with him was at a victory dinner in the 100th year of the Wasteland Era. He probably wanted to wait until dark before leaving, but in the end he couldn't hold on anymore at dusk and left in a hurry

After saying his last words, he walked into the deepest part of Glorious Academy alone."

"At that time, we didn't know that those were his last words, although I had a premonition...after all, he had been handing over the power bit by bit since a long time ago and preparing for what would happen after he left.

Already."

This time, Lei Ze finally answered his question head-on, and set his sights on the end of the marble relief - the blank space where no relief had been carved.

"Future history will be written by future generations themselves. In accordance with his last wish, we recorded what happened after he left on the wall moment by moment, and followed his will to wait for the arrival of 'that person'."

"...but there is one thing I still don't understand," the battlefield atmosphere team took a step forward and couldn't help but ask, "Why did he hide his death?"

Lei Ze did not answer, but turned his attention to the door at the end of the marble relief.

"He's right in front, just ask him directly."

The warrior was stunned for a few seconds, but when he saw the keys and flashlight handed over by the old man, he still reached out and took them.

Walking to the heavy iron door, he inserted the key and turned the lock.

With a heartbreaking creaking sound, the rusty iron door finally opened.

To his surprise, what caught his eye was not a glorious palace, but a simple room.

The decoration here was very monotonous. If it hadn't been for a bed, he wouldn't have imagined that this was the place where Marshal Julius, whom everyone admired, lived and lived. It was more like a storage cabinet.

The dust blowing in his face made the warlord frown involuntarily.

There is no electricity here, so there is no such thing as a dormant cabin.

As for Julius's body, the loyal Praetorian Guards would certainly not let him rot here. He had probably been cremated or placed in an incorruptible coffin.

It’s not that no one has been here before, at least the commander of the Reize Corps, who is responsible for keeping the keys and keeping secrets, must have been here.

The warrior turned on the flashlight and looked around, and was suddenly surprised to find a golden power armor placed in the gap between the bookshelves in the 3rd and 4th rows.

"Good guy...the real mission reward is actually hidden here!?"

Warlander muttered to himself in surprise, stepped through the thick dust on the floor, and walked to the powered armor.

This should be the one Julius wore, and the armor should be made of real gold.
To be continued...