I've been suffering from insomnia recently. I originally planned to ride a bicycle for a few hours at night to burn off some energy, then fall into bed and fall asleep. But I don't know whether it's because I'm so weak mentally or because I have enough energy. After resting for a while, I feel better at all. I'm not tired and can't sleep at all.
It's over, it's all over, so I'm going to work hard for a day and see if I can get my schedule back.
Well... Good morning! Everyone!
Then, in line with the fact that the leave application form is just a leaflet anyway, why not write something messy and show it to book friends, think about it, dig out some short stories that were previously posted on the official account. Mention the official account and author's name Same, both are called "Andlao".
This short story was written on December 27, 2021. At that time, I was preparing the world view and outline of this book.
One of the ideas at the beginning of this book was that the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union reached its limit, and then they summoned ancient gods to each other, triggering supernatural catastrophes, creating many superpowers, and launching a secret war on the dark side of the world. However, obviously due to scale issues, this story Ideas are just like ideas, once mentioned, they are discarded.
But people were quite idle at that time, so I followed that idea and wrote this short story to find the narrative tone of the story. Due to some force majeure, I changed some vocabulary and typos. If you are interested, you can go I looked at the original version on the official account, but I don’t think there’s much difference.
Speaking of which, if I just change it, it could be the plot of the Fall of the Holy City in this book (I’m kidding, I’m not that lazy).
(Updated again tomorrow.)
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[When did this war change?]
Erich looked up at the sky, which was covered with smoke and clouds, like an iron curtain covering the battlefield, imprisoning everyone under this sky.
His thoughts fell into a brief emptiness, and soon the physical pain dragged him back to the earthly world.
"Aha...aha..."
Erich breathed heavily, greedily grabbing the cold and biting air. It poured into his lungs, scraping his flesh and blood like a sharp knife.
Tears overflowed uncontrollably, blurring his vision. He stretched out his hand randomly to wipe away the tears and the dirt on his face. As his vision became clear, a scarred hand appeared in front of him.
There were frostbite and ulcerated wounds on the back of the hand. The pus and blood had solidified together, adhering the ragged clothes to it. Every movement brought a dull and numb pain.
"Erich!"
Shouts rang out, along with roaring cannon fire.
The heavy steel was pushed into the sky and then fell, and the sound of impact with the earth hit the eardrums like thunder. They repeatedly tore at Erich's nerves, trying to drive him into madness.
A figure appeared from the other end of the trench. He lay low, crossed the rotting corpse, crossed the sour and frozen water, and threw himself on Erich's body, constantly calling his name.
"Wake up! Stay awake!"
The voice called Erich, and his eyes gradually hardened, and he saw the dirty man in front of him clearly.
He was wearing the same military uniform as himself. The uniform was soaked with unknown amounts of blood, was a deep and dim red, and exuded a disgusting smell of corruption.
It was the most disgusting smell that Erich had ever smelled in his life, as if a pair of big hands had broken open his skin, pinched his heart, and held it hard.
He knew that that was not the smell that blood could give off... at least not human blood.
The cold and rough hands touched his chest, trying to feel something from the flesh and blood that was gradually losing temperature.
Finally, he noticed the still heaving heart.
"Congratulations, you are still alive."
The man smiled at himself. His face was covered with blood and dirt, which made his teeth look extra white, with fine blood streaks hanging on them, like a shark that had just eaten.
"Military doctor?"
Erich muttered.
A sharp pain came from the depths of his mind, Erich's expression became ferocious, and his breathing became rapid.
Erich couldn't remember many things.
He couldn't remember the man's name, but he vaguely remembered his job title
Erich couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been on this battlefield. It could have been months, or it could have been just a few hours. It seemed that he had been lingering on this battlefield since he became conscious.
He didn't know what he had forgotten... No one knew what he had forgotten.
This battlefield is not only taking away their lives, but also taking away their memories and existence.
Like some kind of vicious curse.
The weird chewing sound echoed in my ears, as if something was gnawing on something... It seemed like the rats crawling all over the trench.
Erich could see the figures of those little guys, like the darlings of the God of Death. They existed wherever there were corpses.
From the borders of the empire to the core of the alliance, from the plateau to the ports, they are everywhere.
"You're so lucky, the shell exploded next to you and you were just a little stunned."
The military doctor dragged Erich and pulled him aside. Erich was in severe pain all over his body and couldn't muster any strength, so he leaned on the corner.
"Wade is not so lucky. What a bad luck."
The military doctor chattered, dragging up only half of Erich's body in the desolate place where he had just been.
That was Vader, it should be Vader, Erich couldn't remember.
"It reminds me of the days when I worked in prisons. It was the same way, driving the living and the dead into the barn and closing the door."
The military doctor picked up this half of the corpse, pushed it up the trench, and placed it with other corpses piled outside the trench. They were like bleeding sandbags, building a high wall of flesh and blood, blocking the other side of the battlefield.
A stray bullet coming at a rapid speed.
"The sound was really strange. There was no wailing or crying, just gnawing sounds," the military doctor said with a beaming eyebrow, with a crazy sick look on his face. "When I opened the door, there was nothing but blood and blood on the ground that was difficult to clean up.
Debris, nothing left."
"I've always been curious about where those guys went."
Erich ignored the military doctor. Countless needle holes could be seen from his bare arms. No one knew how many things the military doctor had injected into himself to numb his nerves and allow him to go crazy like this.
Survive in it.
The roar of the engine gradually got closer, and something made of steel was approaching, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"The next round of attack is about to begin," the military doctor said excitedly, leaning next to Erich, "I can already see the spiral spire of the palace."
"what is that?"
Erich asked confusedly, but the military doctor didn't reply. He was so excited, as if he had drank some unknown medicine and fell into a state of madness.
The military doctor shrank up, rubbed his hands, his eyes were scarlet, and he kept mumbling.
It was a language that Erich couldn't understand, and it might even be said that it wasn't a language, just some meaningless syllables, but now they were superimposed together, and there was a disturbing sharpness in the chaos.
Language is powerful and can be materialized. It is praised by military doctors and pushes away something.
A door, a door that blocks something.
Erich couldn't understand these things, but he recalled some childhood stories told by the man who should be his "father".
When people are heading toward death, between life and death, they will see things in the mortal world that should exist in the afterlife.
Erich seemed to see it.
There was something crawling in the corner of my vision, and I saw that the "rats" had become extremely huge, like babies covered with fine black hair. They were gnawing at the corpses, digging out the chests, and removing the warm hearts.
Hold it in your hand, like a playful child, squeezing it hard to squeeze out the last trace of blood.
"Erich!"
The military doctor's voice sounded again, and Erich had the illusion of waking up from a nightmare. His heart was beating rapidly, and his eyes were scanning randomly. Those weird scenes disappeared, leaving only the trench filled with the smell of death, and him.
The military doctor beside me.
Everything seems to be just an illusion.
"Look, it's coming! It's blowing the bugle!"
The military doctor dragged Erich and pointed at the dark and chaotic sky, trying to get Erich to see something.
Erich saw it.
It was a giant that emerged from the clouds. It had pale skin and a rugged body. It was not so much a giant as it was a skeleton covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood.
It was so tall, but it moved forward silently, and the falling giant feet did not cause the slightest vibration, as if it was as light as a feather.
Erich could barely see its lower body. Everything except the lower body was hidden in the thick clouds.
Fighter planes took off and flew overhead. They opened fire at the giant. Endless firelight burst out from the dark clouds, outlining the ferocious silhouette of the giant's upper body.
Erich's mood was very calm. Although he was so frightened, his mood could not make any waves, as if all this had long been accustomed to him.
Yes, this is real.
The "rats" are false, those baby-like monsters are real.
"Have you met our king?"
The military doctor was trembling with excitement. He checked his firearms and prepared to climb out of the trenches and capture Moscow.
"I have seen him," said the military doctor. "Although it was only a glimpse from a distance, I saw him!"
His voice was low, but like a roar.
"He is on that high platform, wearing an eye-catching yellow suit.
You should really meet him, he is magical, he is absolute, he is the only one!"
The military doctor's voice was filled with heavy breathing, like a crazy wild beast, and the gnawing sounds around him became louder and louder. Those "rats" no longer concealed their posture, and swaggered to swallow the corpses of their comrades, and even said
Climbing to his side, smelling his body, waiting for the moment of his death.
Erich's face was expressionless.
The air raid siren sounded, coming from the sky, sounding from the mouth of the pale giant.
"Attack!"
The military doctor laughed, climbed out of the trench, and climbed over the piled corpses. Everyone climbed out of the trench and rushed towards the war and death. They did not have the slightest fear, as if for them, it was more important than living here.
In this hell, death is the real relief.
Erich didn't move. He was trying to remember something. The question had been lingering in his ears since he woke up.
[When did this war change?]
The sound of the engine approached, and the tank covered in blood, flesh and bones ran over countless dead bodies, easily crossed the trench, and smashed through the wall of piled corpses.
The teeth-piercing sound of friction followed the tanks, and the corpses crushed by them came to life again, with flesh and blood intertwined with each other, taking root in the ground like plants and spreading in all directions.
Those "rats" couldn't escape, the plant-like flesh and blood caught them, and like nourishment, their bodies were drained, and bursts of roaring heartbeats could be heard in the tank.
Erich felt it was time. He used the gun as a crutch, supported his shaky body, and reluctantly climbed out of the trench.
Countless artillery fire fell not far from him, and soldiers fell one after another, and then one after another twisted scarlet flowers bloomed on the corpses.
Erich saw the military doctor. He fell not far away, apparently dead. Soon the tank ran over him, and he became the nourishment of this battlefield.
Then there is myself.
A bullet penetrated Erich's head, but Erich did not fall, as if something was supporting him, and even his thoughts were not interrupted.
The skull was opened, and countless branches clung to the sticky flesh. The increasingly loud and crazy murmurs stopped at this moment.
Looking at the burning city in the distance, just as the military doctor said, Erich also saw the spiral spire of the palace, and he also saw the soldiers rushing one after another.
Scarlet projectiles were fired from the tank's gun barrel, smashing open the ground. The bone spurs that grew wantonly penetrated the building easily, and countless corpses were hung on the piles of bones.
But those corpses moved again. Under the gunfire of the officers, the souls who should have fallen into hell stood up again. They dragged their broken bodies and stepped forward to die again.
Eric remembered it, and tears burst from his broken face.
He remembered when this war had changed.
From when people dug out those things in the polar region, from when they recited those names that should have been completely forgotten, from when those shadows broke through the border overnight, from when those monsters swaggered across the square and rushed to the front line...
This is no longer a war between humans, but a war between them and themselves.
Eli looked forward to those figures who fell and stood up again, feeling sad and numb.
They are of the same kind, but they hate each other and step into the cycle of despair, vowing to completely destroy each other.
Even if you sacrifice your soul, even if you join them.
The tank ran over Erich's body, with blood rippling on the thick exposed veins, corpse oil dripping from the gun barrel, igniting a fire, and the engine howled toward the end of the madness.
From the vast land of the Alliance to the boundless ocean of battleships and artillery, this is the Second World War started by mankind, and it is also their First World War.
No one can stay out of it, and no one can escape.
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