Traveling to the World of Attack on Titan

Magat was ill and very sick. The long-term and intense work devoted to Marais finally dragged down his body. It was clear that his hair was all grayed before he was more than half a hundred years old. Only a few people knew it. How much pressure did this respectable Wushuai endure?

Obviously, you only need to order all the Malays to resist desperately to keep your reputation. In the future textbooks of Malays, Marshal Margat will definitely be a brilliant national hero, but in order to preserve this country, he resolutely chose another. A much darker road.

Surrender to the Allied Powers, send troops to the Jezos Empire, suppress domestic protesters... In order to preserve Marais hope, Magath resolutely bears all guilt, even if he bears "traitors", "traitors", "dictators" and "tyrants". The stigma is also not hesitated. And this price is that he alone bears enough pressure to drive any normal person to life, almost crushing him.

Only Harlem, as a student, knew that Magath had been unable to sleep all day and all night, and occasionally took a nap and would soon wake up from his dream, without speaking for a long time. No one knows that Magath used to yell and smash things to irritate his anxiety and hesitation when he was alone, or he cried bitterly by just holding his head with his hands.

The consequence of this is that Marshal Margat’s body was extremely thin and his weight plummeted. He now looks like a skeleton in the wind, and can only get a temporary rest by relying on sleeping pills and tranquilizers. Only in the blue eyes can he feel the pride and indomitability in his heart, and his love for the motherland like magma.

The doctors in charge of Magath’s physical health said that his body has completely collapsed. In fact, it is a miracle that he is still alive. If you want to continue his vitality, you can only have a chance by carefully conditioning and avoiding cold and wind. It is best not to go out. However, at Magath's insistent request, Lieutenant General Haring (promoted) still pushed him to the Kandeye front line in a wheelchair.

On a hillside, Harlem pushed the wheelchair with the blanket-covered Magat to the highest point. He was guarded by the most elite soldiers of Marais. Here you can see a small part of the Kandeje city, and the guard The Jezos army here was wiped out in ten minutes.

The explosions and the roar of guns during the transformation of Titan in the city were endless, and the aftermath of the fierce fighting even formed strong winds that blew to the hillside, knocking down the remaining grass on the hillside. "Teacher, the doctor has already emphasized that your body is not suitable for blowing." Haring said with a worried look, bending over and leaning over to help Magatra pull the thin, slightly slippery blanket.

"But I am not so weak that I have to cover up a blanket on such a hot day, Adolf." Magat replied faintly, holding his binoculars without moving his hands, completely focusing on watching the city of Kandeye. In the battle within, no details are missed.

Harlem opened his mouth, and finally only uttered half a sentence: "But, your body..." "Let me see Adolf again," Magath sighed, "Unsurprisingly, this battle should be The last battle I can see in my life is the last glory of our Marais army in this era. What is destroyed today is not only the Jezos Empire, but also our old Marais!"

"..." Harlem lowered his head, clenched his fists and said nothing...

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