Chapter 547 Our Glorious Past

The old knight was taken aback by the witcher's question: "I have fought for twenty-five years, and my comrades-in-arms have changed from batch to batch, but I have always been the lucky one who survived."

"You are angry because we ignore the death of the militia." The witcher didn't look up, and spoke to himself.

Nangong Yujun chuckled, but Yang Yuefan didn't even react at all, only the assassin Fan Li felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

"From the moment you saved Carlo, you have all my loyalty. My lord, I swear to my knight order that my loyalty will always be brought to my grave!" The old knight replied solemnly: "You don't have to worry about my thoughts."

"Don't be so serious. I told you a long time ago that I saved your daughter to express my gratitude for Li Yanlong. Of course, you can also regard it as Li Yanlong's betrothal gift." Xu Yichen handed the roasted meat to Bart Luo Seti.

"Do you think that we, born professionals, don't have any compassion for the death of mortals?" Xu Yichen continued to ask.

The old knight didn't say anything, but the expression on his face was stubborn.

In his heart, he was a little bit dissatisfied with these young professionals. Each of these superhumans was young, but their strength was extraordinary.

But in the previous battle, their attitude towards the bloodshed and death of mortals made the old knight somewhat dissatisfied.

That attitude of indifference or even ignorance is contrary to the path that Cavalier Bart has always followed.

"Do you think the war you experienced was cruel?" The witcher asked the previous question again.

"Of course!" This time, the old knight answered Xu Yichen's words head-on: "The knights I belonged to once guarded a village and faced the siege of the Snake Cult for 159 days! Because we know that apart from us, No one else cares about ordinary people."

"One hundred and ninety-seven of my comrades fell in that battle. We used their corpses to form a new line of defense to keep those cultists from moving forward!" Knight Bart seemed to have returned to the original battlefield: "Although War is brutal, but we defend innocent lives for no reason other than justice and justice."

"Those victims, they are all great people who dedicated their lives to a noble cause." The old knight's tone was calm: "I am not dissatisfied with you, I just hope you don't forget that extraordinary people are also human beings, and mortals are also human beings. "

"One hundred and ninety-seven people, maybe you killed twice that number? Three times?" Xu Yichen bit a piece of half-baked roast meat, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth: "Do you know how many people I have killed, and how many times?" How many people have you seen dying around you?"

The knight Bart looked at the witcher suspiciously. In his eyes, this young-looking Serisian, who was usually very sophisticated, might just be over twenty-five years old.

He didn't know when the witcher started training to face death, but he, Bart Rossetti, was fifty-two years old this year.

When he was sixteen years old, he became a member of the glorious Knights of the Glorious Cross. He started as a stable boy, became a squire all the way, a dismounted knight, a knight of the Glorious Cross, and finally became an instructor.

In the thirty-six years of the Knights' career, fifteen of them were spent fighting outside, which can be called a true survivor of a hundred battles, a veteran among veterans.

He didn't believe that this young Serisian could stand shoulder to shoulder with him in this aspect, and could speak to him with the tone of a veteran who was used to life and death.

"Then what about you, how many deaths have you seen that can make you indifferent to the death of a hundred young people who have families, relatives, attached to you, and finally gave their lives for you?" The old knight asked in a rare way. He said to the witcher in a calm tone: "Don't you dream of their vivid faces in your dreams? Can you forget their hideous expressions when they died?"

"I have killed twelve thousand five hundred and twenty-two people with my own hands." The witcher said to the old knight in a calm tone: "Among them there were three thousand seven hundred and fifty-eight people who were on my side, but Cowards who run away on the battlefield, or who try to attack their own troops in vain."

This number is not a prominent number for the political commissar industry, especially for a political commissar like him who once managed the servant army provided by the vassal state.

It can only be said that he did not embarrass his predecessors.

After all, Xu Yichen didn't catch up with the extremely lively world war. That war was the era when human life was considered trivial, especially those small countries that were unable to resist the flames of war.

The Republic unabashedly recorded the scene at that time, and every citizen of the Republic with citizenship rights can directly obtain the war data of that year.

The Republic frankly showed its own dark side and cruelty to its citizens, and did not fear the responsibility and criticism of post-war public figures standing on the moral high ground.

Of course, that group of people also quickly tasted the power of the iron fist of dictatorship.

The new generation of citizens has been taught since childhood that every inch of land and river is blood, and the peace of the republic can only be guarded by someone soaking their hands in blood.

But this number in this world is definitely a number beyond imagination for the knight Bart.

Xu Yichen said frankly to the old knight: "I am really indifferent to the death of those one hundred people. I shoulder far heavier responsibilities than those. I don't have time to remember the dead, no matter they are heroes or cowards."

Speaking of this, the witcher smiled: "I can proudly say that in my war, I have witnessed only fifty-three sacrifices of comrades-in-arms!"

"And every time, I can say with a clear conscience that I tried my best to save their lives, and I never let their murderer escape!" Xu Yichen faced the knight Bart with a firm tone.

"This...impossible!" Cavalier Bart didn't believe the exaggerated figure that the young man in front of him said, but the frankness and aura shown by the other party told the knight that what the young man said was what actually happened .

"What about you?" The demon hunter pointed at Nangong Yujun.

"One thousand five hundred and eighty-four people." The black-armored warrior was sucking his fingers with his hands full of oil, and said nonchalantly, "The jobs of our border guards have been robbed by your rebels! But none of mine died in the battle! At most, they were sent back to the rear hospital with minor injuries."

Xu Yichen skipped over Yang Yuefan, the other party's entire career was kept secret, so he probably couldn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yuefan spoke up.

The member of the relevant department said in a nostalgic tone: "We have saved the world, an average of seven times a year."

"I...I caught four sellers of pirated data cards, so what?" Fan Li replied shyly.

PS: EMMM, when it comes to bragging, Lao Mo is afraid of who~! The weather has been cooler recently, and the state will start to recover~