"Thirty million Leray soldiers lost their lives, yet they defended our homeland for four whole years. They annihilated an enemy twice their size!" The old man's lips curled into a smile, teardrops swirling stubbornly in his eyes without falling: "Today... we lost another warrior."
Flavio's words struck everyone like heavy hammers, as the old man fought back tears. Gathered onsite, in front of the massive public screens, countless Fei Alliance citizens dissolved into tears. The statistics shocked them, revealing an epic catastrophe, a disaster.
Suddenly, the name Leray felt tangible through Hamilton's smiling portrait hanging centrally in the venue. The blazing artillery, the thick smoke, the sound of guns, the roar of cannon fire — vivid as in front of their eyes and ringing in their ears. They saw so clearly, heard so precisely, the Leray people's resistance, their cries.
