弟兄们，最近有人传言，我们公会对冲击激战天梯排行已经放弃了，不敢打了。
放P ！！
我们公会生来就喜欢PVP！真正的公会的队员都喜欢在战场上浴血奋战！我们今天齐聚在这里，有三个原因：一，我们聚在一起，是有情义缘分。二，我们聚在一起，是为了荣誉，因为没有其它更好的游戏可去。三，我们聚在一起，是因为我们是真正的男子汉，真正的男子汉都喜欢对战，获得胜利。
大家以前还小的时候，就崇拜魂斗罗超人、星际天王、魔兽冠军、和沙巴克大佬。我们XX公会崇尚胜利者，我们公会蔑视懦夫，我们公会一向对失败者从不宽恕。我们公会既然来了，就要赢。我们对那种输了还笑的人无比鄙视。正因如此，我们公会迄今尚未输过任何游戏，将来也不会输。真正的我们公会的会员，连失败的念头都会恨之人骨。
每次公会战，你们不会全部都战死。每次战斗下来，你们当中可能会死掉三分之二。不要怕，每个人都终究会死。事实上，在战斗中，大家都会感到紧张，甚至害怕。如果有人说他不紧张，那是撒谎。有人胆小，但这并不妨碍他像勇士一样战斗。如果他看到像他同样胆怯的战友英勇奋战，而他却袖手旁观的话，将无地自容。真正的英雄，是即使胆怯可仍旧坚持作战的男子汉。有的战士在战场上不到一分钟，便会克服恐惧。有的，大概要几个小时。但是，真正的男子汉，不会让害怕战胜责任、荣誉和雄风。 战斗，是不甘雌伏的男子汉最能表现自我的竞争机会。战争逼出伟大，剔除渺小。 我们公会素以成为雄中之雄而自豪，而且他们自己也正是雄中之雄。大家要记住：敌人和你们一样害怕，很可能比你们更怕。与敌人面对面近战时，你必须有决胜的勇气和信心！要不断地攻击，用锤子不停地砸他的头！用剑不停地捅他的屁股！只有这样，才能让那个倒霉蛋下地狱，而不是你。
在大家的日常训练中中，你们经常抱怨，把训练称为“毛”。但训练如所有的公会条例，确有必要。训练是要培养大家的警觉性，把警觉渗透到每个战士的血管。对于那些放松警惕者，决不让他丢人。你们都是刀光剑影里拼杀出来的好汉，不然今天也到不了这儿。你们对即将到来的厮杀，要有所准备。谁要是想活着胜利回来，就必须每时每刻保持警觉。哪怕稍有疏忽，对手都会悄悄地CALL你，用一跎跎技能扔死你！ 昨天在帝王之岛，8个队员3分钟就死了7遍。那8条汉子升天，就是因为他们不会CALL人，不懂齐心协力。令人欣慰的是，他们都不是我们公会的，是我们楼下公会的。公会是个集体，大家在集体里一起通关，一起训练，一起战斗。所谓的个人英雄主义是一堆粪。我们有世界上最好的给养、最好的武器设备、最旺盛的斗志和最棒的战士。说实在的，我真可怜那些将和我们作战的对手。
真的！ 我麾下的将士从不放弃。我不想听到我手下的任何战士被打败的消息，除非他们先掉了线。即使掉了线，也同样可以回来再打。这不是吹大牛。我希望所有部下，都学习刚刚入会2周的无敌小兔子。当时随机战对方3个战士一个僧侣，而无敌小兔子已经死了3个队友。但是无敌小兔子用惊人的毅力，和对手周旋了261分钟。这是一种什么战斗精神？这才是一个真正的男子汉精神！我们能进入天梯排行榜，全靠这些天不怕地不怕的硬汉。他们完成了，而且完成得真TM棒！没有他，那场战斗可能早就输了。正因为所有环节都坚守岗位，各尽其责，整个战队才坚不可破。
我希望有一天看到，那些对手公会看到我们又哀鸣：“我的天哪！又是那挨千刀的XX公会！” 我们已经迫不及待，早一天收拾做掉那些公会。我们就能早一日掉转枪口。如果我们不抓紧，功劳就会全让别人的马甲公会抢走了。
我们肯定胜利，所以我们必须不停战斗，比敌人更勇敢，胜利才会到来。 你不让敌人流血，他们就会让你流。我不想听到报告说：“我们在防守。”我们从不防守，让其它公会去防守吧。我们要一刻不停地进攻，除了8个对手敌人，我们对其他任何目标都不感兴趣。我们要扭住敌人不放，打得他们魂魄离窍。我们的基本作战计划，是前进前进再前进，不管从敌人身上、身下爬过去，还是要从他们身体中间钻过去。
有时免不了有人会抱怨，说我对会员的要求太严，太不近情理。让那些抱怨见鬼去吧！我坚信一条金科玉律就是：“一盎司的热汗，值一加仑的鲜血。”我们执行得越坚决，消灭的敌人就越多。消灭的敌人，我们自己人就死得越少。进攻意味着更少的伤亡。我希望大家牢牢记住这一点。 赢得公会战之后，今天在座的弟兄们都会获得一种值得夸耀的资格。20年后，你会庆幸自己参加了我们公会。到那时，当你坐在壁炉边，孙子坐在你的膝盖上，问你：“爷爷，你玩游戏时干过些什么？”你不用尴尬地干咳一声，把孙子移到另一个膝盖上，吞吞吐吐地说：“啊……爷爷我当时在暴风城门口追杀小号。” 与此相反，弟兄们，你可以直盯着他的眼睛，理直气壮地说：“孙子，爷爷老子我当年在XX公会，和一群兄弟并肩作战，作为世界上最强的公会盘踞在天梯排行榜的顶端！”
Address to the 3rd Army
General George Smith Patton
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.
When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home -- and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War Two?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."
Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.
That's all.
