It can be said that those who still talk about Revenge Shadow Rider today are older people, while younger ones are at least over 20 years old. The younger generation either hasn't grown up yet or didn't experience that era.

Nowadays, Star Wars rarely regains the brilliance of the past. With the disappearance of Revenge Shadow Rider, even his fervent supporter Hans seems to have faded from the public eye.

The only ones who frequently appear on screen are two individuals, Little Wu and Charlotte.

These two women, having benefited from Revenge Shadow Rider's popularity, certainly don't lack fans. Moreover, due to their unwavering support for Revenge Shadow Rider, even during their live broadcasts, they often share memories of the past—interactions with Revenge Shadow Rider, their thoughts when they asked him questions back then, and Charlotte's recollections of her first time promoting Revenge Shadow Rider.

At first, Charlotte simply believed she had to do something for the ID of Revenge Shadow Rider. His skills were exceptional, and his battles had great entertainment value. However, she didn't expect that this decision would massively change her destiny.

She felt lucky to have met Revenge Shadow Rider. Charlotte often said during her live streams that if she hadn't leveraged the fame of Revenge Shadow Rider, she might still be struggling to make ends meet, tirelessly editing videos for her work as a content creator to support her younger brother's education.

Looking at the timeline, even if she had managed to stick around until now, she probably wouldn't have more than a few tens of thousands of fans. It's unlikely she would have such a terrifyingly large audience base.

Thinking back to those fragmented moments, to Feng Yi's heroic figure, Zhang Xiaobo occasionally sighs deeply in his heart...

Although he is naturally optimistic and doesn't reveal much, the sudden departure of an old comrade affects him increasingly as time passes, leaving him nostalgic for the past. Even in the end, he hadn't gotten a chance to see Feng Yi one last time.

He especially remembers the last time he saw Feng Yi was two years ago during the Twin Planet battle, which required emergency support from Normandy's Red Cloak unit, sending him and Elvis to Planet B.

But what unfolded was a futile journey. They couldn't arrive in time for the support, and instead encountered scenes of the blazing flame legion cleaning up the battlefield.

Of course, Zhang Xiaobo understood. As a high-ranking commander, Feng Yi's position at the time was far removed from what it used to be. He had countless responsibilities to shoulder and numerous problems to resolve; conversing with a soldier about trivial matters wasn't on his priority list.

However, Feng Yi was always Feng Yi—someone who remained unchanged by his identity and status. But indeed, Feng Yi was truly busy back then. Their meeting consisted of a simple greeting, a few crude jokes, half-joking banter. They didn't have the time for further pleasantries or even a proper drink together, because they were soldiers. Their work didn't allow room for personal emotions amid the turmoil of war.

Fatty especially remembers when he tried to flirt with Mengdie. Feng Yi thoughtfully warned him to be cautious, advising him that she wasn't someone easily charmed. Feng Yi gave him a meaningful pat on the shoulder before turning away, his weary figure retreating slowly.

Meeting with an old friend, someone who had fought alongside you, naturally carried a deep resonance for Fatty. He could sense the profoundness in Feng Yi's gaze—it revealed unspoken sentiments, a desire to confide, to complain about the hardships in life or the difficulties of leading a unit, or perhaps simply to reminisce about the good old days, dream of the future, and talk about aspirations.

But all of that had to wait until the war ended. Back then, they were still mired in conflict, living precariously day by day. Who knew if a close friend joking with you today might lie lifeless on the battlefield tomorrow?

Fatty knew all too well the perils of the recent fight. On his way to provide support, he even received real-time updates on the combat between Feng Yi and Kexiao. Feng Yi didn't seem to be in good shape at the time.

In the end, Feng Yi didn't say much. He merely told him he needed to get back to work, smiled briefly, gave him a pat on the shoulder, and turned around to leave...

Zhang Xiaobo clearly understood that this seemingly light pat carried an unspoken language, countless unsaid emotions, things they wished to express but couldn't.

They feared having a long conversation, because the longer they talked, the more they would think—thinking of those who fought alongside them, and of those comrades who were no longer here.

Knowing Feng Yi's feelings all too well, Fatty simply smiled, muttered a few short complaints, and pretended not to care much. At the time, he even made a deliberate joke about Mengdie, trying to ask for her contact information through the Heavenly Communication device.

Feng Yi had kindly warned him to stay away from her, saying she wasn't someone you could easily charm or chat up.

And so Feng Yi's figure gradually faded into the far end of the battlefield... leaving only Fatty and Elvis, who idly climbed aboard their mechas amidst the snow-filled skies. To their surprise, this would be the last time they ever saw Feng Yi.

In the blink of an eye, two years have passed...

In these two years, Zhang Xiaobo often reminisced about the scenes from back then. He remembered the time in the martial arts hall, when he was the first to knock on Feng Yi's door, asking him to be his teacher and teach him practical combat techniques.

He remembered entering the Wind Thunder Military Academy with Feng Yi, forming new societies together, training at the Wind Thunder school, and enlisting in the military together.

But because they had different roles and assignments, they soon parted ways.

Still, despite this separation, Feng Yi didn't forget his old friends. During the Mars special training at the base, Feng Yi first thought of him, and even used his privilege to have Zhang Xiaobo train with special forces, ultimately becoming a combat role model. Together, they shared days of boasting, chatting, and fighting side by side.

Back then, he, Feng Yi, and other comrades from God's Thorn witnessed Mars' sunrise together, feasted on meat during the final assessment, and sat around the campfire discussing their dreams.

Fatty had numerous dreams. He remembers when Feng Yi asked him about them—his first response was to become a Red Cloak, a revered elite figure, and flirt with all the women across every layer of the military. Then he'd retire early, go home, and even if he couldn't get a job, it'd still be better than dying on the battlefield. While his words sounded unambitious, they were honest. That day, they were all somewhat drunk, speaking candidly from the heart.

Feng Yi jokingly described his dream as truly magnificent, wishing it would come true.

Regarding his hope to land a safe post, Feng Yi admitted he couldn't do much about that—it was beyond his abilities. But he could use his connections with the Normandy fleet to secure a transfer there with better accommodations.

And so, Zhang Xiaobo joined the Normandy fleet.

As a special instructor, Feng Yi was always impartial. Because of his protective demeanor, after the assessment, he asked other soldiers the same question—where did they want to go? Although his abilities couldn't drastically change things, he was willing to lend a hand where he could. After all, as the saying goes, rely on parents at home, rely on friends outside. As their instructor, Feng Yi never claimed immense power but always did what he could to help.

For instance, transferring to a specific unit, training in a specialized field, becoming a ship driver, working in logistics as a supply soldier, or rejoining God's Thorn. These were things most soldiers would pay for connections to achieve, but Feng Yi never relied on such tactics.

His willingness to help stemmed entirely from his acknowledgment and recognition of the soldiers' hard work.

In the end, that group of stubborn fighters all wanted to join God's Thorn. Only Zhang Xiaobo wished to take an alternative route and be transferred back instead.

Ultimately, Zhang Xiaobo fulfilled his dream and joined the Normandy fleet, even becoming one of its few Red Cloaks. But as time passed and he grew older, he increasingly realized that achieving everything didn't make him any happier. On the contrary, he began to understand that those so-called dreams paled in comparison to the dynamic, breathtaking, and poignant times of the past.

Back then, their lives, despite excruciating hardships, with overwhelming daily training, were filled with joy in suffering, moments of laughter, and a sense of fulfillment in their special training. Those days held the truest sense of emotion in his memory.

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