First Player

Chapter · "Look how much it looks like a star representing hope."

Su Mingan raised his head.

The man in the forty-fifth painting has a determined expression, and the glass bottle in his hand exudes a bright halo, like a burning fire.

Su Mingan stared at the painting intently until he sank into it.

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[No.45 link the fire (Tang)]

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When Tang received the glass bottle, he immediately realized the great responsibility he had.

Special medicines are accompanied by problems such as high mortality and instability. Now he only has one sample in hand and must research more backups as soon as possible.

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

In the bright conference hall, they held hands.

"This matter can only be done privately. As a lawful organization, the City Guardian Department cannot openly defy the oracle." Su Shize, a middle-aged man, advised: "Tang, are you sure you want to take on this hot matter? "

Tang lowered his head and stared at the glass bottle in his hand. It presents a magnificent blue color, as if the endless sea of ​​stars are wandering in the small glass bottle.

"Look how much it looks like a star representing hope." Tang said.

The simple words made Su Shize understand in an instant that they would not look back.

"If we can't stand firm, where can this fire go? Didn't the forty-four people in front of us sacrifice their lives 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-Rescue Alliance immediately entered a state of war readiness.

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

The difference from the previous forty-four people was that this time, it was no longer a unilateral pursuit by the Holy Alliance Army, and it was no longer the forty-four people's helpless escape and death.

——And it finally became a war of equal strength.

A major war at all costs to preserve the fire.

It was the turn of Tang, the forty-fifth person, and the fire party finally had the strength to resist, instead of just running around in embarrassment.

Su Shize contacted the research institute that could improve the specific medicine, while Tang was responsible for leading the war.

Tang had already anticipated the tragedy in the future.

——War is not an easy thing, it is even far more tragic than the previous fire transfer. Just a few minutes on the battlefield would far exceed the casualty number of "forty-four". The death list was delivered to Don every day.

On the battlefield, people shouted passionate slogans and stepped forward to say goodbye to him. And with the glass bottle in his arms, 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 for you!"

"Leader! The Holy Alliance troops were pushed back by us for dozens of miles today! We promise to bring you victory! Do you like Blue Rose?"

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

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

Otis is a young man. His favorite thing is the slate paintings handmade by his mother and grandmother. He will not let this cultural heritage be lost. His smile was brighter than a campfire as he made his promise to Don.

Lawson is a middle-aged man. His wife likes blue roses the most, and there are blooming flowers everywhere in his hometown. He didn't want this beauty to disappear. He patted his chest and assured loudly, his eyes shining.

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

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

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

——And Tang listened to their prayers, expectations, and ambitions, and watched them take to the battlefield again and again. Under the sun, they waved their hands high and expressed their desire to win, as if they were stepping into a bright future.

"Leader, let's go!"

"Come back safely."

The yellow sand covered his eyes and their young figures.

The first gunshot sounded sharply, the smell of burning talismans floated in the air, the sound of tearing cloth, the sound of cracking flesh... sounded in sequence. Hissing, ticking, ticking, like the sound of morning dew and leaves beating.

Afterwards, Huang Sha left.

He stood waiting until no one came back.

In his hand, the names on the tablet disappeared one by one, and the numbers of death gradually became blurred in his eyes, like souls bearing a heavy weight.

The glass bottle on the left side of his chest was as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if something invisible was strangling his heart, making him gradually unable to breathe.

Late at night, he would wake up sweating profusely and subconsciously think of the name and date of death of the deceased, because the deceased once said - they don't want to be forgotten. The name and description of the deceased are entrusted in his heart. This is his self-responsibility.

He writes down their wishes for them.

Keep the graves for them.

Tell them about their nostalgia and expectations for the living.

Most of the people he remembers have become dry bones in his mind - as if their names have been immortalized in his mind.

At this moment,

——He seemed to have become an undead spirit.

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

"2,827 people were killed in the first theater, 2 were seriously injured and 381 people were killed..."

"Alliance leader, alliance leader..."

"Leader. I'm sorry. Please don't let my mother and grandmother know about my death..."

"The blue roses...are so beautiful, Alliance Leader. My wife has always liked them. After the war is over, can you...bring them to her for me..."

"Songs, paintings, literature...I still hope to keep them and teach them to the children. But...I...can't do it anymore...cough, cough, cough...but, except for me...can Someone...went...to do it. That, that would be good..."

"Leader, you have to...live...the glass bottle...the stars...live..."

"..."

Countless voices echoed in his mind, becoming increasingly blurry.

Sometimes he would raise his head in a daze, wondering if he was dead? Now he is just an undead wandering the world listening to regrets?

Sometimes he would suddenly vomit in front of the mirror, as if what he saw in the mirror was not himself, but a corpse with blood on his face, knife wounds, sword wounds, bullet marks and burns.

...Will it ever end?

...or is it doomed to be hopeless resistance?

Using a human body to defy the gods...how overestimating one's own abilities is, and how...brave.

Use smallness to challenge the vastness, use humility to defeat the highest.

He wiped the mirror, but what he saw was not his own face. Instead - the bones of forty-four people piled on top of him, their heads lowered, hugging him tightly.

Carrying their memories, he often forgets who he is - sometimes he feels like he is Tina, a doctor who is researching special medicines, running desperately while holding the glass bottle on his left chest. Sometimes he felt that he was carrying a backpack of drawing paper and walking on a 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 in his memory a mother who knew how to make braised pork ribs and chicken soup. Sometimes he would subconsciously make a cup of hot water with wolfberry, and drink it while thinking about an old squad leader he had never met.

——It was as if he had become them from now on.

The predecessors did not die, but lived forever in his body.

He had read about the madness of the medieval witch hunts in a book that had not been burned. It is said that witches will keep fire in distant places, waiting for people to pick it up.

And he lived as 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 on time 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 them warm bread, and wave goodbye to them.

She would also go into Don's room late at night and tuck him in with the quilt. Don would chat with her about recent pain, and she listened with a smile, a patient listener.

Su Shize finally found a suitable drug researcher——

The most famous occultist in the world,

Ms. Zurichian.

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

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

——If humans don’t want to become the playthings of gods, this should be their last fight.

Once history is wiped out, the hatred of the past is forgotten, suppressed in the heavy rain, and can only laugh but cannot cry, who can defy the whole world and stand up like today?

"Because we all know in our hearts that winter is not eternal."

“Flowers will fill the garden and the cracks in the walls will be filled.”

"People will love in flames and shouts."

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

They sang such ancient songs, remembering the untouched past, and went to the battlefield one by one.

Tang was still watching them. He arranged their marching route with his own hands, pushed them onto the battlefield with his own hands, and... received some of the soldiers' relics with his own hands.

He fell into a trance more and more often, and vomited in front of the mirror more and more often, to the point where he had trouble sleeping and became dizzy. The memories of forty-four people's lives were carried in his mind, too heavy, enough to crush a person's soul.

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

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

Write down names, erase names. Looking at the name on the tablet in his hand, he frowned again and again. Express their unspoken regrets and fulfill their unfulfilled wishes.

He kept repeating this process, and he gradually forgot that this was the first few days of the war. There were so many people in his mind that it almost drove him crazy.

Until that day, the Holy Alliance soldiers captured the grandmother Martha. They put the blade across her neck and demanded that Don offer a high-ranking general in exchange for her life.

At that moment, what Tang felt was relief - if he could exchange it, would this torture and pain end here?

He saw his grandmother staring at him with gentle and concerned eyes.

Her eyes were always gentle and calm. On countless nights, she stroked his head, allowing him to sleep peacefully in the pain of life and death.

"Leader." The old man said slowly: "From now on, if you don't have grandma to cover you with a quilt, you have to cover yourself. Be careful of catching cold. Do you understand?"

"I believe spring will come. If that day comes, it must be... you bring it."

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

Tang didn't have time to speak.

Martha took the initiative and hit the knife.

Gorgeous blood exploded on the blade, and even the soldiers holding her hostage were startled. The soldier never expected that an old lady could have such determination and dare to hit the blade.

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

just like,

...the same kind of fire.