Xie Shishu, as the federal marshal, fought in all directions for the federal expansion of territory. Use your own efforts to steadily widen the gap between the Federation and the Empire.
The greater the reputation of the marshal, the more uneasy the top federal officials became.
Internal and external collusion resulted in repeated defeats. The marshal was pulled down from the altar, and the whole federation was filled with curses.
Xie Shishu stepped onto the starship, led the traitors in the army, and buried them together on star H412, devoting his life to ushering in the final victory for the Federation.
The starship suddenly exploded in the universe, and bright fireworks came into view of the marshal.
She raised her hand with difficulty, and Xinghe was carefully held in her palm.
The evidence of vindication was passed to thousands of households after death, and the stigma was washed away with blood.
Her honor is sung by the world.
The sea of mourning flowers is like a river of stars.
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Xie Shishu opened his eyes again, and the time came to the end of summer 3020.
At that time, the not-yet-dead Imperial Princess followed her, quietly stroking her wrist with her little finger amidst the noisy crowd of the military academy's mecha league.
The princess's men secretly acted mischievously, with serious faces on their faces.
"Their hearts are dark. Military power is so important. They have already swallowed the meat in their hands. How can they be willing to spit it out."
"Only a dead hero is a good hero."
"They have no room for living heroes."
The princess's brilliant blond hair shone in the sunlight, and Xie Shishu's eyes were caught by the jumping golden light.
She held her naughty little finger, as if she had held the galaxy tightly in her hand the moment before she died, "What should we do?"
The noble princess bowed her head and kissed her knuckles carefully.
Ambitious words are as passionate as kisses:
"The Federation is not worthy of you, come to the Empire. No one else can give me what I can give you."
"Xie Shishu, come be my own hero."
*
When the top leaders of the federation began to have memories one after another, they compared the past glory of the federation with its current desolation, and found that the only change was the absence of their marshal.
Everyone in the Federation was confused: I am such a big marshal!
Everyone frantically searched for the marshal's traces, but found that they were a step too late.
The marshal has been taken away by his opponent!
Federation (/forced smile): Today is also the day when poaching failed.
When everything can be repeated, can regrets be repaired?
Intention: A better self