"The times have created our generation. Destiny has destined that our generation is born for war, but nothing will end. Now is the time." Wang Jiexi clearly remembered what Ye Xiu once said to him, and now the time has finally arrived. He couldn't live up to Ye Xiu's hope. He knew that he and he had been looking forward to this day for a long time. +"Order, the Tiny Herb Military Region marches to the southeast." Wang Jiexi conveyed the order to Gao Yingjie. "But, Captain, are we ignoring General Ye Xiu? \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" Gao Yingjie asked eagerly from the side. The young sentry was full of vigor. Wang Jiexi slowly raised his drooped head. His two eyes of different sizes were shining like morning stars, and he murmured, "Isn't this exactly what he wants?" In the twelfth year of the Honor Calendar, the Honor Military Region launched the final battle of the ten-year war.
