The battlefield outside the building, the corridors inside the building, and the scorched earth baptized by fire all convey a tragic and tragic meaning.
Even though this office is far away from the war, it cannot avoid falling into it.
There were more than ten corpses lying on the ground. Their necks were cut by cold blades, and the blood had solidified in their throats. They looked not only unsettling, but also disgusting.
In the middle of them, lay a general whose brains had exploded.
When the general was dying, his face was full of unwillingness and grief, and he seemed to be unhappy with his unruly fate.
tick,
tick,
The wall clock on the wall is running slowly. It is only twelve noon at this time. In many places and many scenes, it is the happy time for families to have lunch, and in this area, the only thing there is is death.
Is the world fair? It's not fair.
Otherwise, why are some people able to live a happy and stable life, while some people are homeless and miserable throughout their lives?
Is the world unfair? Fair,
Some people gained, but also lost, some people lost, but gained,
Whatever you have, you must lose something, and losing it may not be God’s injustice.
"Well,."
There was a heartbreaking pain in his chest, which was so painful that he couldn't even faint even if he wanted to.
He knew that he would not die, at least not by this shot, but he doubted that he would die of pain.
He's wearing a body armor, and the shark knows it,
But Shark is not a sharpshooter after all. He can hit Lin Ze's body with one shot, but he is not sure of hitting Lin Ze's head with one shot, so he still chooses to shoot the body even though he knows that Lin Ze has a body armor.
Fortunately, the bullets in his gun can penetrate body armor. Although it is impossible to blow up Lin Ze's body with one shot, it can make him feel uncomfortable and want to die.
Blood gushed out of the mouth,
Lin Ze guessed that his sternum might have been cracked.
The power of that shot was so amazing that even with a body armor for defense, it still couldn't stop the terrifying stamina.
Lin Ze felt terribly uncomfortable due to chest tightness and dizziness.
He got up from the ground with great difficulty, held the chair with his bloody hands, and sat down.
"call,."
Lin Ze let out a heavy breath and looked at the shark with a blade stabbed on his chest. He couldn't help laughing.
"Cough,, cough." As soon as he moved the corner of his mouth, his chest and throat felt dry and rolling.
"Why are you laughing?" Shark asked weakly,
His spotless suit was stained bright red with blood, and his originally radiant face was lifeless. It was obvious that Lin Ze's knife had caused irreparable damage to him. The only thing he could do now was to sit on the sofa and wait.
die,
"It's funny that you are proud of the whole world, but you have to die in this place where birds don't shit." Lin Ze said viciously,
He is different from a shark,
His life has been extremely difficult, and he has so many scars that ordinary people can hardly imagine.
So this shot won't kill him,
"What's so scary about death?" Shark said weakly, "What I'm afraid of in my life is loneliness, not death."
Lin Ze didn't say anything,
lonely,
Not only sharks are afraid, but he is also afraid,
In this world, who is not afraid of loneliness?
Some people are not afraid of poverty, some are not afraid of hard work, and some are not afraid of death, but almost everyone is afraid of loneliness.
"Well,."
Lin Ze stood up with difficulty, walked to Shark's side, sat down,
Puchi,
He pulled out the blade from the shark's chest, causing the shark to spurt blood again.
"Depending on how fast you bleed, you can live for about five minutes."
Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu,
Lin Ze picked up the red wine on the coffee table to clean the blood on the blade and disinfected it. Then he lit a lighter, burned the blade, and disinfected it a second time.
After a minute of preparation, Lin Ze pulled open his body armor, stabbed the blade into his chest, and dug out the bullet...
clang,
The bullet fell to the ground. Lin Ze exhaled with cold sweat on his head, bandaged the wound with a prepared rag, raised the bottle of red wine he had just opened, and drank heavily.
From beginning to end, Shark didn't make a sound. He just watched Lin Ze's every move quietly.
He couldn't move and didn't have the strength to speak.
With every word he said, he felt the pain in his chest getting worse, and his mind became increasingly heavy.
He knew that speaking would only hasten death, but if he didn't speak, he would still die, and he would never have the chance to speak in the future.
"I finally know why you are alive today." Shark said weakly,
"Why." Lin Ze regained his composure after drinking half a bottle of red wine.
Alcohol is a good thing. It can numb people's pain and make people full of energy.
"Your life is too hard." said the shark,
Lin Ze grinned and said, "You just found out today."
Shark smiled: "It's a pity that I can't witness your confrontation with that big shot."
"No need to regret." Lin Ze exhaled, "In China, the old people always hope to see their children get married and have children, otherwise they will die unwillingly and leave with regret. But when they have grandchildren, they hope Watching my grandson go to high school and college, I still want to see my grandson get married and have children, and it would be best to be able to hold my great-grandson in my arms."
"But people have to die eventually, so how can you die without regrets?" Lin Ze lit a cigarette, took a sip of red wine, and said, "Go on with peace of mind. If you go to hell, there will be many people looking for you to pay for your life. "
"Pay your life." The shark's face was radiant, just like the shark Lin Ze saw for the first time, domineering and arrogant.
"They are afraid of me up there, but not in hell."
The shark is dead,
Saying those extremely domineering words, he breathed his last breath,
Lin Ze knew that Shark was killed by someone, his ally, but Shark never complained from the beginning to the end.
Maybe people who are in the realm of sharks never know what complaining is. Complaining is always what losers do. Successful people, outstanding people, and unparalleled people never complain, no matter how many grievances they have. Bitter, just swallow it in your stomach,
…
zzzzzzzz,
On the way downstairs, Lin Ze smelled a burning smell and saw devastation. Lying on the ground were rebels and Tiger Camp brothers.
Lin Ze stumbled downstairs carrying the bottle of wine, and saw Ye Long sitting helplessly on the ground at the door of the hall.
The captain of the Tiger Battalion leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette between his bloody fingers, smoking with his eyes blankly.
On the steps next to him, there were vaguely seven or eight brothers from the Tiger Camp, each holding a cigarette and smoking a cigarette with a haggard look on his face, silently.
The open land was originally extremely empty, but at this moment, it was filled with corpses, the land was scorched yellow, black smoke was constantly rising, and the flames burned the sky red, as if on an ancient battlefield, desolate and tragic.
"Dead." Ye Long raised his head and looked at Lin Ze,
"Dead." Lin Ze said in a hoarse voice,
"Have a good death." Ye Long took a long drag on his cigarette.
Lin Ze noticed that Ye Long's left arm was hanging limply on his leg, motionless, his brows slightly furrowed, but he didn't ask any questions.
Can anyone survive this battle alone?
Can this battle be carried out safely?
Lin Ze's mouth felt bitter for a while. Being able to survive must be a gift from God.
Of the more than 400 people they brought, there are now only seven or eight left. This is the most brutal battle that Tiger Camp has experienced, and it is also the most brutal battle that Lin Ze has experienced in his life.
Sitting next to Ye Long and smoking, Lin Ze also fell into a subtle distraction.
Ding ding ding…
A crisp and melodious sound of bells broke the eerie dullness. A woman in white and Section Chief Fang, who was known to everyone in the Tiger Camp, slowly walked over.
Fang Susu walked in front, while the woman in white followed quietly.
Fang Susu cried all the way,
Fang Susu knew many of the people lying on the ground, and some of them had even joked and chatted with her.
Her heart sank when she didn't see a familiar face, until she saw seven or eight members of the Tiger Battalion sitting helplessly at the gate. Fang Susu burst into tears and remained motionless.
"Perhaps I say goodbye and will never come back,
do you understand,
do you understand,
Maybe I fall down and never get up again,
Do you still want the eternal expectation?
If so, don't be sad,
The flag of the Republic bears our blood-stained demeanor.”
Fang Susu choked and hummed softly, staring at the paralyzed Tiger Camp soldiers with blurred vision, feeling extremely distressed.
Listening to Fang Susu's humming, the Tiger Camp soldiers gradually came back to their senses, opened their chapped lips, and sang along with Fang Susu,
"Maybe my eyes can no longer be opened,
Do you understand my silent feelings,
Maybe I will sleep forever and never wake up,
Do you believe that I turned into a mountain?"
At first, there were only sparse singing, but later, the soldiers stood up one by one, looking towards the east with their eyes full of energy, and sang loudly and vigorously.
"If so, don't be sad,
In the soil of the Republic, there is the love we have given,
If so, don't be sad,
The flag of the Republic bears our blood-stained style, blood-stained style.”
Fang Susu cried,
The soldiers also cried,
For the dead brothers and their persistent spirit,
Ding ding ding…
The crisp bell rang again. The woman in white walked barefoot through the burning flames, stepped on the blood-stained ground, and faced the vicious cold wind. Step by step, she came to the soldiers on the stairs.
He stretched out his hand, uncovered the silver mask that covered his perfect jade face, raised his face, smiled cleanly and innocently and said, "Let's go home."
