The old knight was stunned by the question of the Demon Hunter: "I have fought for twenty-five years, and my comrades around me have changed batch after batch, but I have always been the lucky one who survived."

"We are angry at the indifference of the militia's death." The demon hunter did not look up and spoke to himself.

Nangong Yujun chuckled, while Yang Yuefan didn't even react at all. Only the assassin Fan Li felt the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

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

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

"Do you think we are born professions and have no sympathy for the death of mortals?" Xu Yichen continued to ask.

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

However, he felt a little dissatisfied with these young professions. Each of these extraordinary people was not old, but his strength was extraordinary.

However, in the previous battle, their attitude towards mortal bleeding and death made the old knight somewhat dissatisfied.

That kind of indifference or even ignorance is contrary to the path that Knight Bart has always adhered to.

"Do you think the war you've experienced is cruel?" The Demon Hunter asked the previous question again.

"Of course!" This time, the old knight answered Xu Yichen's words directly: "The knights I am in once guarded a village, and faced the siege of the Snake Cult, and persisted for 159 days! Because we know that no one except us cares about those ordinary people."

"I had one hundred and ninety-seven comrades in that battle. We used their bodies to form a new line of defense, so that the cultists could not move forward!" Knight Barth seemed to return to the battlefield: "Although the war was cruel, we defended the lives of innocent people, with no reason, just for justice and justice."

"These victims are great people, and they sacrifice themselves for their noble cause." The old knight's tone was calm: "I am not dissatisfied with you, I just hope you don't forget that the extraordinary are human beings, and the mortals are human beings."

"One hundred and ninety-seven people, maybe the enemy you killed is twice as big as this number? Three times?" Xu Yichen bit a piece of half-baked barbecue, and blood flowed along the corner of his mouth: "Do you know how many people I have killed and how many people have died by my side?"

Knight Bart looked at the Demon Hunter suspiciously. In his eyes, this Serris, who usually acted very sophisticatedly, but young-looking, might have just been over twenty-five years old.

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

When he was sixteen, he became a member of a glorious Knight of the Glorious Cross, starting with a horse boy, becoming a servant, a dismounted knight, a glorious cross, and eventually an instructor.

He spent thirty-six years of his Knights' career, fifteen of which were fighting outside, and he could be regarded as a true veteran of the rest of his life.

He did not believe that this young Seris could be comparable to him in this respect, and could speak to him in the tone of a veteran who was used to life and death.

"What about you, how many deaths have you seen? Can you be indifferent to the death of a hundred young people who have families, relatives, who depend on you and ultimately give your life?" The old knight rarely said to the demon hunter in a questioning tone: "Don't you dream of their vivid faces in your dreams? Can you forget their hideous expressions when they died?"

"I killed 12,522 people with my own hands." The demon hunter said to the old knight in a calm tone: "There are 3,758 of them, cowards who stand on my side, but who escape on the battlefield or attempt to attack their own troops."

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

It can only be said that it did not embarrass his seniors.

After all, Xu Yichen failed to catch up with that bustling world war. That war was the era when people were truly regarded as life, especially those small countries that were unable to resist the burning of war.

The Republic recorded the scenes at that time without any concealment, and every citizen of the Republic with citizenship could directly obtain the war information of that year.

The Republic calmly showed its dark side and cruelty to its citizens, and was not afraid of the responsibilities and criticisms of the public intellectuals standing on the moral high ground after the war.

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

A new generation of citizens has been taught since childhood that every inch of mountains and rivers is bloody. The peace of the Republic is protected by someone soaking his hands with blood.

But this number and this world is definitely a number beyond imagination for Knight Barth.

Xu Yichen said to the old knight calmly: "I am indeed indifferent to the death of those hundred people. I bear a heavier responsibility than those. I have no time to remember the dead, whether they are heroes or cowards."

Speaking of this, the Demon Hunter smiled: "I can proudly say that in my war, there are only fifty-three cases of sacrifice of my comrades!"

"And every time, I can say with a clear conscience that I have tried my best to save their lives, and never let the murderer who killed them escape!" Xu Yichen faced the Knight Bart in a decisive tone.

"This... cannot be done!" Knight Bart didn't believe the exaggerated number mentioned by the young man in front of him, but the frankness and momentum he showed on the other side were telling the Knight that the young man was talking about what had actually happened.

"Where are you?" The demon hunter pointed at Nangong Yujun.

"One thousand five hundred and eighty-four people." The black-armored warrior was eating oil all over his hands, sucking his fingers, and said indifferently: "The work of our border guards has been snatched by you who are quick to rebel! But none of my people died in the battle! At most, they were slightly injured and sent back to the rear hospital."

Xu Yichen skipped Yang Yuefan, and the whole of his career was kept confidential, so he probably couldn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yuefan spoke.

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

"I...I've caught four people selling pirated information cards, do you think?" Fan Li replied shyly.
Chapter completed!