"The casualties are too heavy! We must increase the upper limit of mission risk!"
"But some of us have had a brush with death! Continuing to increase the risk of missions is irresponsible to everyone!"
"No! If we don't increase the risk limit of the mission, we are really irresponsible to the collective. The casualties of civilians are too heavy. Even if their will can support it, our troops will be exhausted very quickly, and we will not be able to sustain the sky.
Project Kite is working!"
"Then how to evaluate the risks that each of us takes? Is it voluntary? We are decision-makers and do not need to face the cruel battlefield. We can naturally talk here. If the person performing the task is seriously injured or even dies, who of us will pay for it?
Responsibility! Who can afford this responsibility!"
The Lannos were arguing fiercely in the conference room. 6450 was covered in bandages and was listening as a special member. The noise in his ears made him upset.
He remembered the conversation between Link and him on the hospital bed, with his face bloodless and his lower body completely paralyzed.
"Why stay! Why? If the enemy hadn't retreated, the five of you wouldn't have been able to delay my operation! Are you fools to bury five people with me?" 6450 looked at Link with red eyes,
Beside him, he seemed to be able to see his three fallen comrades.
"Maybe! But which one of you Mohists is not a fool? What you did, in the eyes of us in the past, is not a fool?" Link said, coughing violently, shrapnel wounds
It reached his lungs and almost took his life. It took him a long while before he could catch his breath:
"But... I don't want you to be regarded as fools! If in the future we are still selfish and scheming, wearing the mask of exquisite egoists, we will become collective worms.
No matter how many people you save, no matter how great the sacrifices you make, and no matter how heavy the ink you leave in history, no one dares to publicly tarnish your achievements, and future generations will still call you fools in their hearts.
Cough cough cough... So I can't escape, so we must practice the universal love of Mohists. Someone has already sacrificed his life to save me, so I can't live up to his will!
Comrade! We can be considered comrades!" Link suddenly grabbed 6450's arm: "I want to be a hero! Like the writers, be on the screen and in newspapers! As an ordinary person! I want to be a hero!
Let me tell you, we don’t need to be ink artists, we can also shine!
I want to do my best to make people believe that there are more kind people, they can be respected sincerely, and they will not become fools!"
…
Link's wish came true. Not only him, but also those who sacrificed in the war received the same treatment. More and more people believe that promoting the unity and progress of mankind is more worthy of pursuit than material enjoyment.
.
In front of the recruitment office, Lan Nuo glanced at the long queue and asked the young man in front of him: "Why did you choose to join the army?"
The boy who signed up was a little nervous and his body was shaking, but he still said excitedly: "To protect our home!"
Lan Nuo looked behind the young man. No one laughed at him. No one laughed at this childish statement. Lan Nuo, who was in charge of the review, had heard the same words for several times. Perhaps, they had really believed it.
The philosophy of the ink master.
…
In Xinxiang, the exploration team is busy, and a large amount of usable equipment is buried in the collapsed buildings.
Lan Nuo opened a prefabricated panel, revealing several tons of equipment below: "Hell, we can't get him to the street, we can only wait for the engineering mecha. Damn it! The new individual anti-tank gun production line is
Miss it!"
As Lan Nuo spoke, he was about to send a message to the base to call in an engineering mecha, but before he could say anything, he saw members of the exploration team walking over carrying steel pipes and ropes.
"Why are you still standing there? Without a mecha, don't we still have shoulders? Everyone, work harder! It's only a few dozen meters, we have to carry him to the car before dark!"
Lan Nuo pursed his lips: "You...actually there is no need to work so hard. This was a mistake in my decision-making. Your wages will not be deducted if the project is delayed."
The leader smiled at Lan Nuo and said: "We are not as powerful as you. We can't fight the crawlers, nor can we sneak behind enemy lines to fight, but don't underestimate us! We can also contribute to civilization!"
Sweat soaks through clothes and drips to the ground. One person's sweat is insignificant, but the sweat of thousands of people, thousands of people voluntarily contribute to the collective, is enough to change the world!
…
In a remote city, Floyd, a trainee ink worker, was sweating profusely while harvesting bamboo grass. He was clearly not strong, but his speed was slightly faster than the strong man next to him.
Momen does not have the ability to support every city, so in the more remote cities, there can only be a few Momen who bring seeds and strains to rely on themselves.
The strong man held his waist and stood up panting: "Stop for a while! Haha! I'm exhausted! You did it so fast, I'm embarrassed to take a break!"
"It's okay, I'm not tired yet. I'm definitely not used to doing this for the first time. There's no need to compare with me." Floyd continued to pile bundles of bamboo grass behind him.
The strong man sat down on the ground and took a big gulp of water: "That Mo Zhe, you said that you have food, guns, and are our saviors. Do you think you can work with us? If I were you, I would have taken advantage of you long ago.
I bought the most comfortable mansion, held a girl in one arm, and lived a happy life! How could I get covered in mud?"
Freud stopped working for a moment, shook his head helplessly and said: "I used to think the same thing as you, I thought it was stupid to do this, and maybe it was indeed stupid, but it was a group of fools like that who saved us.
Come out, lead us to rebuild our homes in the apocalypse, and bring us hope and warmth.
They were so selfless that I was afraid that one day all such people would die, and no one in the world would be able to give us such hope and warmth. Unknowingly, I joined their ranks.
You may not be able to understand it now, but I believe that more and more people will understand us!"
The strong man shook his head and stood up: "I still don't understand. I know that the more you work, the more you earn!" As he said that, he waved the sickle again.
…
Soldiers in the Third Battalion of the Renaissance Army Artillery are busy preparing. A new wave of the Umbrella Company's offensive will soon begin, and they must go up. The artillery is the branch with the highest death rate in this war. Among the three battalions,
, more than 50% of them are new recruits who have never been on the battlefield, because in the last round of battle, the casualty rate of the third battalion was fully 50%.
Artillery commander Lan Nuo looked at the soldiers who were getting ready to go and couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid? It's hell ahead!"
"Afraid!" the soldier smiled bitterly: "But someone has to stand up. Why can't that person be me?"
…
The emotions of the Lannos vaguely resonated again after seeing ordinary people making sacrifices for civilization. Countless memory fragments poured into 6450's mind, making him unable to bear the noise around him anymore.
"Shut up! Stop discussing survival rates! You haven't had contact with us at the grassroots level for too long, and you can no longer empathize with us!
Those who worked hard and died on the battlefield all sacrificed because of us, because we made up a lie, a lie where everyone is for me and I am for everyone! They believed it and believed that we were doing our best.
Save everyone with selfless dedication without fear of death.
If our universal love is just a lie, then they are fools who have been deceived and fooled by us!
It’s time to make a decision! I don’t know how many of me, like me, have the consciousness to sacrifice their lives to turn lies into truth, but for many of us, survival is no longer the first priority
need.
I understand that survival is our obligation, so before the group vote, I will not violate the principle that no one can be left behind, and will do everything possible to survive. But I am applying for a group vote, can I do it in a limited way for the sake of this world?
Human civilization, make sacrifices!”
The Lannuos in the venue were silent for a moment, then exchanged opinions, and finally 0001 made the decision: "Agree to the voting application!"
