Coffins were neatly placed in a huge tent. Lying inside were the priests of order who died in the previous battle, but not all of them, because although many people died in the battle, they were not even dead.

The block cannot be found and can only be delineated in the missing list.

According to the tradition within the church, the priest's body will be recycled by the church, not into the First Knights, but into spiritual materials.

In the eyes of secular people, this model is very inhumane, but for believers, it is fulfilling their vows and devoting their piety, body and soul to their faith.

Karen walked silently among the coffins, scanning every resident inside. Some had young faces, some had mature faces, and some had no heads.

Their remains have been taken care of, and they have been put on brand-new robes of order specially designed for the deceased. They do not contain special materials or built-in formations. Although the cost is low, they must be exquisite and sophisticated.

If someone's clothes are wrinkled, Karen will stop and smooth them out. If some arms slip off, Karen will rearrange their hands and fold them on their abdomen.

The young priest, as soon as Karen placed his hand, he slipped down again. He placed it again and slipped down again, as if he was deliberately joking with his military commander.

Karen smiled, and at the same time she seemed to hear the coffins around her laughing too.

Once again, he put his face in the pose, his arms stopped slipping, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet again.

Mellie walked in and looked at Karen in the center of the coffin.

"Commander Cullen."

"Sorry, this is not the right place for an interview."

In fact, if you take a photo here, the publicity effect will definitely be very good and it will be very high-quality.

Of course, the premise is that Karen should not show pride and spirit, and should not extend the effect of the picture to "his achievements are based on these corpses", but should deliberately show loss, sadness, bow or kneel down.

The best posture.

But Karen was unwilling to do this. If they were still alive, such as when the army first came to the front line, he would not mind being in front of them or using them to express and promote himself, but now, Karen felt that they needed to be quiet.

After all, the roar of the battlefield is too noisy.

Mellie said: "I know, that's why I didn't bring a camera."

Karen ignored her and continued walking between the coffins.

Mellie followed lightly and walked with her for a while. When Karen finished one column and was about to turn around and go to the next column, Mellie said at the right time:

"Actually, I don't like war. Although I know it is a hot spot and attracts the most attention, after seeing the war scenes, I will feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart."

Karen said casually: "It's okay. In this scenario, it is naturally correct to say that you love peace and hate war."

Mellie asked in surprise: "I originally thought, Commander-in-Chief, you would think so at this moment."

"No, I won't, but I understand you would think so. In this world, as long as there are people who take responsibility, fight hard, and protect, there will inevitably be people standing behind to feel sad and feel.

Natural and correct things can only be used to cultivate sentiments, just like sugar cubes with coffee, which actually have little meaning.

In other words, you can think this way because you are a reporter and you are not part of the order of battle personnel, but I am the supreme commander of the group army, and I cannot have such childish thoughts like you."

"But I... am also a believer in order."

"That means your faith is not pure enough and you are starting to get lost."

When Mellie heard this, she immediately knelt down and her body began to tremble.

Seeing this, Karen said, "Get up."

"Yes, sir."

Mellie stood up slowly. She regretted coming in, and regretted even more that she dared to communicate with the young military commander in such a way that was almost an equal interview.

"It's not a big problem if your faith is not pure or your faith starts to get lost. From deep belief to doubt, and then from doubt to deep belief, this is the objective law of cognition.

"Yes, sir."

"As for what you said about the aversion to war, I can understand it, but for them..." Karen pointed to the densely packed coffins around him, "I admire their courage and their dedication,

I am proud of their sacrifice."

"Of course, I understand what you mean, sir."

"No, you don't understand that in your eyes, the war we are fighting is the same as the fight for colonies between empires in the secular world, right?"

"No...it's not."

"Relax, I have no interest in specifically targeting a reporter, let alone sending a reporter to the Whip of Order Tribunal.

The reason why I tell you this is, firstly, because we are both believers in order, and we should support each other on the road of order, and secondly, because the price has performed very well recently, for me and for the Whip Legion of Order.

A series of follow-up reports aroused good responses from the rear.

I promised you that I would help you transfer to a large area. Since you want to work under me, you naturally need to understand me and understand me so that I can save trouble. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Mellie forced a smile on her face.

"Essentially, this war was started by the Desert God's provocation, and we, the God of Kosmos, intervened later. Of course, I do not deny that it was our God of Kosmos who took the initiative to expand the scale of the battle and ultimately forced the coalition to end.

But I am not interested in these rules and regulations.

When I stood on the command podium and saw the special spells, formations, war weapons, etc. offered by these orthodox religious sects, such as the Life God Cult and the Earth God Cult, etc., all I could think of was

Next thought..."

Karen reached out and gently poked her forehead,

"That is, no matter what the reason is, no matter what the method is, as long as our guns are aimed at them, I will not hesitate to order the gunfire.

I will feel proud and worthy of every soldier under my command who dies on the battlefield with a sword directed at them.

because,

We and them are not competing for interests, competing for missionary areas, or competing for the right to speak...

Us and them represent two civilizations;

They are two completely different ways of looking at the world. The fastest update is at .cobr/

The struggle between us and them will not end with one side's defeat and surrender, or even with one side's demise and destruction, because both sides are trying to erase not only the other's body and soul, but also the spiritual imprint.

You shouldn't hate the war in front of you, because this war started in the last era and continues to this day.

It's just that our temporarily powerful enemies were temporarily loose and weak, which led us to mistakenly believe that we had experienced so-called peace, and then mistakenly believed that this kind of peace was inherent and deserved."

When he said this, Karen couldn't help but think of the figure sitting there with his back to him.

Ah,

When the believers of the divine religion knew that their own gods were intercepted by the God of Order and could not come back in this era... how angry and crazy they would be.

As a believer in order, you actually have no choice at all;

Because the God you believe in has already made a decision on your behalf, placing you in a position opposite to the entire church circle.

Mellie asked: "Sir, can I include what you just said in the next report?"

"Can."

"I can fill in other places, but I think it still lacks a conclusion. I hope you can add it.

Karen nodded,

said:

"Throw away your illusions and prepare to fight."

Mellie hesitated for a moment and asked:

"But we have already started a war, are already fighting a war, and are already fighting."

"Yeah, but some people haven't lost it yet.

fantasy."

...

Miguel walked into the office of the whip holder, holding a thick document in his hand, and came to the desk. He classified the documents and placed them. Then, he pulled out today's "Order Weekly" and whispered:

"Whip Holder, today's "Order Weekly" published a battlefield interview by Commander Cullen."

Foden stopped what he was doing and stretched out his hand.

Miguel breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the whip holder's "desire" for Commander Karen had reached a level that even his secretary could not understand.

Foden put the newspaper in front of him, scanned it with his eyes, and finally settled on the last few paragraphs.

"Throw away your illusions and prepare to fight."

"..."

"...Some people have not given up their illusions yet."

Foden moved his body up and down anxiously. He wanted to stand up, but didn't. He wanted to turn sideways, but didn't. He wanted to get the water glass, but he took his hand back halfway.

Miguel was stunned by this scene, looking like he had seen a ghost, because his own whip holder now looked like he had seen a ghost.

"The whip bearer."

"roll."
To be continued...