"Lu Xiao, don't daze, stick with me."
"Keep the longsword from hitting the ground, thrust forward diagonally!"
Gui Sheng's shouting echoed.
Lu Xiao glanced at the young man in front of him and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
When he first enlisted, there was also a guy who meticulously taught and reminded him.
It's just a pity that Xing Ke still ended up dying—on the frontier, during a rescue mission.
In fact, in the five years at the border, it wasn't just Xing Ke who died—many, many others did too, many comrades-in-arms.
From strangers, to acquaintances, to becoming brothers, and finally separated by life and death.
He had also asked those guys whether it was worth it or not.
Their answer was always firm and unanimous: it was worth it.
Because behind them was their homeland; because there always have to be those who are willing to take the lead.
"Xing Ke, you really were badass," Lu Xiao suddenly exclaimed.