The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 674 - 667: Loving and Killing Each Other

Nate exhibited his courage and determination, but the problem is, while his bravery is commendable, his resolve to voluntarily stay behind to cover the retreat is useless.

Without consulting with Xiang Weiguo, Ram said directly, "That’s good, but it’s not necessary."

In fact, to put it bluntly, in the current situation, whoever stays behind is going to die, but retreating doesn’t necessarily mean survival either. It’s like lambs to the slaughter in a battle that’s impossible to win, so why pose as heroes?

But here’s the problem. That’s just the way things are, that’s the harsh reality, but someone has to step up, stand firm against the Serpent People, curse at them, and fire a few shots, right?

It’s about maintaining dignity even in death; if we lose even that last bit of spirit, then humanity truly has no hope left.

The water boiled, poured into the teapot, and then into the cups.

At this moment, there wasn’t precious drinking water available for Nate to waste on brewing elaborate tea, so he, rather tastelessly, chose a big teapot.

Nate’s kung fu tea was just so-so anyway, capturing the form without the essence; it had tea but certainly none of the ’kung fu.’

"Please."

Xiang Weiguo lifted his teacup and took a sip, and then, when he saw Nate adding sugar, he was truly startled, drank too much, and scalded his tongue.

Old but resolute, Xiang Weiguo, not wishing to spit out the water despite burning his tongue, fiercely, fiercely held the water in his mouth until it cooled down a bit before swallowing.

So the meeting about the military situation during what was the end of days for these four people proceeded in this awkward manner.

Ram was very much aware of Nate’s little schemes. He understood all too well.

From adding ’von’ to his name, leaving the Angel Mercenary Corps to join the Germany National Defense Army Angel Troop, and demoting his own military rank back to colonel, it was clear that Nate wished to uphold Germany’s last banner.

To be exact, he wanted to uphold Germany’s last military banner.

America had given up its resistance, Europa was fragmented and lacking the will and means to resist. Ever since the Serpent People invaded, the main forces resisting them were in Shenzhou and here, in Djibouti, Africa.

And now, here, the main resistance force against the Serpent People was Shenzhou People.

This reality was something proud Nate could not accept; his rigid and stubborn exterior hid a delicate heart that couldn’t bear it.

Therefore, Nate renounced his position as the commander of the Angel Mercenary Corps, renounced his self-appointed general rank, and his warlord status, reverting to his colonel rank.

That was simply so that at the end of the last war, there would be a voice from the German People. The voice could be feeble, it could flicker and fade, but it had to be there.

Because that was Nate’s last shred of dignity.

But Ram didn’t want to indulge Nate’s little fantasy because, well, Nate’s dignity could be considered, but this retreat, it was pointless.

Since Ram and his men couldn’t leave, Nate’s notion of acting as the devoted rear guard naturally couldn’t be realized either. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Ram picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip, then he said to Nate, "I really can’t help but want to say something, buddy, the wizard is dead, so you stopped drinking coffee, but what’s the point? Does it make sense for you to do this? Can you please stop ruining tea? Actually, could you stop ruining coffee too? Why not just drink sugar water?"

Nate lifted his teacup, gently blew on the steam rising, and then said to Ram, "Does sugar water taste like tea?"

"..."

"Does sugar water taste like coffee?"

"..."

Nate put down his teacup and continued to Ram, "What the hell does it matter to you whether I drink tea or coffee? All I need is the sense of ritual, understand?"

Ram exhaled and said, "That’s fine with coffee, but drinking tea like that... I won’t say more, but you can guess it’s not gonna be a compliment."

Nate looked at Ram, and Ram looked back at Nate.

With things as they are now, the Serpent People could wipe us out in an instant. Some things, if not said now, may never have a chance to be said.

"Ram, you really are a meddlesome do-gooder! Just a sharpshooter with even better luck, you pansy!"

Ram curled his lip and then, with a disdainful expression, said, "Mad Wolf, you’re a stubborn, conceited fool who loves to posture but always shows his idiotic side! You’ve got a blockhead just waiting to be conned—yeah, those who know you get it, you’re a coward who thinks of offing yourself at the drop of a hat!"

Nate’s hand gripped the cup tightly, and then, fixing his gaze on Ram who was just smiling, he spoke in a low voice, "In Ukraine, if I hadn’t shot two holes in your leg, you would have successfully offed yourself. So should I be apologizing to you?"

A twitch appeared at the corner of Nate’s mouth, and then he said softly, "Yeah, thanks for the reminder. But it was also in Ukraine... If it hadn’t been for the Angel’s rescue, you and your Satan and Black Devil would be meeting God right now, so remember to thank me before you start apologizing."

Ram slowly said, "You still owe a war debt."

Nate let go of the teacup and reached for the teapot, then he said grimly, "In Bogota, if it hadn’t been for the Angel, you and your Satan would have been..."

Ram continued indifferently, "You still owe a war debt."

Nate took a deep breath and said in a heavy tone, "In Mosul, it was me who dug you out from a pile of corpses..."

Smiling, Ram said, "You still owe a war debt, and I’m adding interest."

Nate released his grip on the teapot and couldn’t help reaching toward his waist. Just as he was about to draw his handgun, Ram smiled and said, "Playing with guns, are we?"

Nate put down the handgun. At last, he snatched up the teapot and hurled it savagely at Ram’s head, but Ram dodged it swiftly, avoiding Nate’s attack.

Nate stood up, pointed at Ram with an air of decorum and politeness, and said, "Come outside, let’s settle this one-on-one."

"Let’s go!"

Both men got up, turned around, and after walking three meters apart, Nate suddenly threw a punch at Ram’s head.

"Fuck You, you damn pansy!"

"Fuck You, coward!"

"You dare call me a coward? I’ll kill you today!"

"Call me a pansy, I’ll finish you off today!"

Watching the two men quickly tangle in a fight, Xiang Weiguo was completely flabbergasted. He turned to Yang Yi, signaling with his eyes for an explanation.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Yi said in a deep voice, "Well, to put it briefly, it’s a love-hate relationship."

"What, love and want to kill? What does that mean? Are they insane?"

Yang Yi shrugged and then said haltingly, "Well, it means they can’t stand each other, and they’ve had grudges for a long time but couldn’t settle scores. They’re using this opportunity to resolve some historical issues, just like that."