The former subordinates of Ludwig did not need pity.
They did not need anyone's pity!
They only needed recognition.
They had no other requests. They only hoped that the outside world would acknowledge that they, the Ludwig army, were not rebels!
Braydon had come precisely for them. His thin lips moved slightly, and he said decisively, "Military order, the former subordinates of the Ludwig army are to immediately rush to Ludwig!"
"Yes, sir!"
Battle intent appeared in the eyes of the 1,000 60-year-old men.
In everyone's mind, they recalled how they looked when they were young.
Braydon turned around and boarded the helicopter, bringing Joshua Mandor to Ludwig.
In an instant, a total of 300 helicopters took off.
In the helicopter at the front.
Braydon frowned. "Joshua, when we reach Ludwig, have the veterans settled in. They are not needed for tonight's battle."
"Brother, is that really okay?"