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Chapter 961 Chapter Nine · "See how it looks like a star representing hope."

Su Mingan raised his head.

The man in the five paintings of No.40 has a firm expression, and the glass bottle emits a bright halo in his hand, like a burning fire.

Su Mingan focused on the painting until he sank into it.

……

【No.45 link the fire (fire spreader) Tang (Tang)】

……

When Tang received the glass bottle, he immediately realized the weight of his responsibility.

Specific drugs are accompanied by problems such as high mortality and instability.Now he only has one sample in his hand, and more backups must be researched as soon as possible.

He immediately contacted his close friend—the deputy director of the Urban Protection Department, Su Shize.

In the bright conference hall, they held hands.

"This matter can only be done in private. As an orderly organization, the City Guardian Department cannot openly disobey the oracle." Su Shize, a middle-aged man, persuaded: "Tang, are you sure you want to take over this hot matter? "

Tang lowered his head and stared at the glass bottle in his hand.It is a majestic blue, like an endless sea of ​​stars wandering in a small glass bottle.

"See how it looks like a star of hope," Don said.

The simple words instantly made Su Shize understand that they would not look back.

"If we can't take a firm stand, where can this fire be spread? Didn't the 44 people in front die just to pass it to us?" Tang said.

Su Shize patted Tang on the shoulder.This action means that he will always stand by Tang's side.

After this meeting, the Human Self-Salvation Alliance immediately entered a state of combat readiness.

Soon, the Holy Alliance declared war on the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.

The difference from the previous 44 people is that this time, it is no longer the unilateral pursuit of the holy allies, and it is no longer the powerless escape and death of the 44 people.

—and finally became a war of equal power.

The great war to preserve the fire, at all costs.

It was the turn of the No.40 five-person Tang, and the fire party finally had the strength to resist, instead of running around in embarrassment.

Su Shize contacted the research institute that could improve specific medicines, and Tang was in charge of leading the war.

Tang had already anticipated the tragedy in the future.

——War is not an easy thing, even far more serious than the previous fire relay.Just a few minutes on the battlefield will far exceed the "44" casualty figure.The death list will be presented to Tang every day.

On the battlefield, people shouted passionate slogans and took steps to say goodbye to him.And with the glass bottle in his pocket, he watched these young soldiers, waiting for their triumphant return.

"Leader! Don't worry! We will protect the history of mankind! On the day the war ends, I will draw a slate painting for you!"

"Leader! The Holy Allied Forces were repelled dozens of miles by us today! We promise to bring you back victory! Do you like blue roses?"

"Leader! Don't worry, we will persevere no matter how difficult it is. I don't want those songs, those paintings, those literature... to be burned in the flames. I want our next generation to know that human beings have thousands of years history. This wealth and savings will never be erased.”

And he held a tablet with the names of the soldiers on it, trying to remember their names as much as possible.

Otis (Otis) is a young lad, his favorite is the slate paintings handmade by his mother and grandmother, and he will not let this cultural heritage disappear.When he promised Don, his smile was hotter than a campfire.

Lawson is a middle-aged man, and his wife likes blue roses best, and there are blooming flowers everywhere in his hometown.He didn't want this beauty to disappear.He patted his chest and reassured loudly, with light in his eyes.

Michelle is a military teacher.She has been recording songs and paintings that people have not forgotten.Her voice is soft and slow, but people can hear her firmness.

She thought that when the war was over, she could go back to teaching again.She wants to be a history teacher and tell the children all the thick memories that people have forgotten, including her little daughter who has just turned four.

——Your world is actually very long and full of history.Countless people exchanged their lives for these, please remember them.

——And Tang listened to their prayers, expectations, and ambitions, and watched them step onto the battlefield time and time again.Under the sun, they waved their hands high, expressing their desire to win, as if they were going to step into the bright future one step at a time.

"Leader, we are going!"

"Come back safely."

The yellow sand covered his eyes, and also covered their young figures.

The first gunshot sounded sharply, the smell of burning talismans floated in the air, the sound of cloth being torn, and the sound of flesh and blood cracking... rang out one after another.Hissing, ticking, ticking, like the sound of morning dew and leaves beating.

Afterwards, Huang Sha left.

He has been standing in the waiting position... not waiting for a person to come back.

In his hand, the names on the tablet faded away one by one, and the number of deaths gradually became indistinct in his eyes, like souls carrying a heavy burden.

The glass bottle on his left chest weighed a thousand kilograms, as if something invisible had strangled his heart, making him unable to breathe gradually.

In the middle of the night, he would wake up sweating profusely, subconsciously recalling the name and date of death of the deceased, because the deceased once said——do not want to be forgotten.The names and descriptions of the dead are placed in his heart, which is what he considers to be his responsibility.

He made wishes for them.

Keep graves for them.

Tell them about your nostalgia and expectations for the living.

Most of the people he remembered until he was dead in his mind—as if their names had been immortalized in his mind.

At this moment,

——He seems to have become an undead who can't die.

"Today's casualties are as follows..."

“第一战区阵亡2827人，重伤2917人。第二战区阵亡6028人，重伤1920人。第三战区阵亡3092人，重伤10281人……”

"Leader, lord..."

"Leader. I'm sorry, please... don't let my mother and grandma... know about my death..."

"The blue rose...it's so beautiful, leader. My wife has always liked it. After the war is over, can you...help me bring it to her..."

"Songs, paintings, literature...I still hope to keep them and teach them to children. But...by me...I can't do it anymore...cough, cough cough...but, except for me...will Someone... went...to do it. That, that's fine..."

"Leader, you want...to survive...the glass bottle...the stars...to survive..."

"..."

Countless voices echoed in his mind, becoming increasingly blurred.

Sometimes he raised his head in a trance, wondering whether he had died?Now it's just a dead soul wandering in the world listening to regrets?
Sometimes he would suddenly vomit in front of the mirror, as if what was in the mirror was not himself, but a corpse covered in blood, knife wounds, sword wounds, bullet marks and burns.

...will there be a day when it will end?

... Or is it destined to be a hopeless resistance?

To defy the gods with a human body...how overwhelming is this, and how...brave.

Challenge the vastness with the small, and conquer the supreme with the humble.

He wiped the mirror, but what he saw was not his own face.Rather—the bones of 44 people piled on his body, they lowered their heads and hugged him tightly.

Carrying their memories, he often forgets who he is—sometimes he feels that he is Tina, a doctor who is researching special medicines, clutching the glass bottle on his left chest and running desperately.Sometimes he felt that he was carrying a backpack of drawing paper, walking on the cold and windy road.

Sometimes he would be nostalgic for the taste of braised pork ribs, looking at the dishes on the table, he would always find a mother who could make braised pork ribs and chicken soup in his memory.Sometimes he would subconsciously make a cup of hot water with goji berries, and drink it while thinking of an old squad leader he had never met.

——As if, he has become them from now on.

The predecessors did not die, but live forever on him.

He had read about the madness of medieval witch-hunts in an unburned book.It is said that the witch will keep the fire in a distant place, waiting for people to fetch it.

And he became a witch.

"Leader, look at you, the dark circles under your eyes have become heavier again. You didn't sleep well last night... Remember to eat and rest on time..."

Martha is an old lady who is Don's grandmother.She would often look at the young people practicing with a smile, make warm pancakes for them, and wave goodbye to them.

She would also come into Don's room late at night and tuck him in the quilt.Don would talk to her about his latest pain, and she would smile and listen, a patient listener.

Su Shize finally found a suitable drug researcher——

The world's most famous occultist,
Ms. Su Lixian.

As the war progressed, more and more people were involved in the war.People are awakened by the slogan of "saving human history", and they are also trying to preserve human history.

——If humans still have a chance to resist, then this should be the last time.

——If human beings do not want to become the playthings of the gods, this should be the last struggle.

Once the history is obliterated, the hatred of the past is forgotten, and they are suppressed in the heavy rain, they can only laugh but not cry, who can defy the whole world and stand up like today?
"Because we all know in our hearts that winter is not eternal."

"The gardens will be filled with flowers, and the cracks in the walls will be filled."

"People will love in flames and screams."

"One will love in flames and shouts..."

They sang such ancient songs, remembering the untouched past, and walked onto the battlefield one by one.

Tang was still watching them. He personally arranged the marching route for them, pushed them onto the battlefield with his own hands, and took over some relics of the soldiers with his own hands.

The number of times he was in a trance became more and more frequent, and the number of times he vomited in front of the mirror increased, and he even developed difficulty in falling asleep and dizziness. The memories of 44 people's life are carried in his mind, which is too heavy and heavy enough to crush a person's soul.

But he must ask himself to persevere—he is the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, and he is the initiator, leader, leader, and beacon of the war.

He is the beacon in the eyes of all soldiers.Once losing him, everyone will be at a loss.

Write down names, erase names.Watching the name on the tablet in his hand darken, again and again.Express unspeakable regrets for them, and fulfill unfulfilled wishes for them.

He kept repeating this process, and gradually forgot that this was the first few days of the war.There are too many people in his mind, almost driving him crazy.

Until that day, the members of the Holy Allies captured Grandma Martha, they put a knife across her neck, and asked Don to sacrifice a high-ranking general in exchange for her life.

At that moment, what Tang felt was relief—if he could make an exchange, would this torture and pain end here?
He saw the gentle and concerned eyes of his grandmother staring at him.

Her eyes are always gentle and calm.In countless nights, she stroked his head so that he could sleep peacefully in the pain of life and death.

"Leader." The old man said slowly: "From now on, there will be no grandmother to cover you with a quilt, you have to cover yourself, and be careful not to catch a cold, you know?"

"I believe spring will come. If there is one day, it must be brought by...you."

"You have been a good boy since you were a child, I know that."

Don didn't have time to speak.

Martha took the initiative to hit the knife.

The gorgeous blood exploded on the blade, even the soldiers holding her were startled.The soldiers never expected that an old lady would have such great determination that she would dare to slam into the blade.

Her neck was torn apart by the blade, almost piercing half of her head, and the neck bone could be seen, her posture was so decisive that it was shocking.There was still a smile on his face, bright and gentle.

just like,
... like tinder.

(End of this chapter)