Furthermore, we should also pay attention to those who have suffered harm and loss as a result of war. In post-war reconstruction and relief efforts, we should give them greater attention and support, helping them rebuild their homes and regain confidence. At the same time, we should also strengthen psychological support and comfort efforts for war victims to alleviate their pain and trauma.
Xiao Yi, this heroic warrior, had stood like a statue since the battle began, never closing his eyes. His iron-hearted perseverance seemed to have made time stand still. However, the prolonged tension and stubbornness had caused his joints to groan in pain, as if expressing silent protest.
All around, the empty bullet casings piled up like fallen autumn leaves, countless in number. They lay there quietly, witnessing Xiao Yi's bravery and determination. At first, he was excited to count them one by one, wanting to record the number of enemies he had killed. However, as the battle continued, the numbers gradually became blurred and eventually disappeared in the smoke.
When that familiar melody, that symbol of victory, echoed in the air, Xiao Yi finally closed his eyes, which had become as dry as the desert. At that moment, he felt as if he were in a peaceful oasis, allowing his body and mind to rest for a short time.
The feeling of victory, like sweet dew, nourished his weary heart. The pride of protecting his country and home burned like a blazing fire within him, illuminating his path forward. In that moment, he deeply realized that any sacrifice for the peace of his country was worth it.
Xiao Yi seemed to have just woken up from the ice, and tried to move his stiff body. The sourness was like an ancient scroll, telling the hardships of the battle page by page. However, he did not succumb to this fatigue, but relied on an unyielding will to stand up tenaciously.
The gun in his hand was like a pillar supporting the heaven and earth. Although it was shaky, it was full of unyielding strength. After this long battle, he embarked on the journey back to his cabin. Every step seemed to be crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.
The moment he stepped into the house, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him, throwing away all the constraints on him. He stood there naked, like a naked sculpture, revealing the fortitude and resilience after a battle. He jumped into the bathtub without hesitation, completely immersing himself in the clear water.
The massage water in the bathtub was like a gentle fairy, gently caressing every inch of his skin, relieving the fatigue of his long-stretched nerves. The splashes and bubbles, like cheerful elves, danced around him, bringing him a moment of peace and relaxation.
After a simple meal, sleepiness washed over him like a tide. He pulled out a bottle of spiritual spring water. The clear liquid seemed to hold the power of life. He drank it in one gulp, as if it were infusing his body with a stream of pure spring water. Then, like a drifting leaf, he gently fell onto the bed and fell into a sweet dream.
In this dream, he seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the smoke-filled battlefield. But this time, he was no longer a lone warrior, but fighting alongside countless brave companions. Together, they resisted the enemy and defended their homeland. Every moment of victory was like a brilliant star, lighting the light of hope in his heart.
When Xiao Yi awoke from his dream, he felt as if he had been reborn. The fatigue and bitterness had vanished, replaced by a surge of energy and fighting spirit. He understood that while this battle had been difficult, it had also strengthened his faith and resolve. He would continue to move forward, and no matter how many challenges and difficulties lay ahead, he would face them without fear.
This sleep, Xiao Yi seemed to be lingering in dreams for seven or eight hours, as if he had experienced a fantastic journey. When he woke up from the sweet dream, the lost strength and spirit were like flowers kissed by the sun, full of vitality again.
On the other side of the battlefield, Cheng Mao was like a wounded tiger, brave but inevitably powerless. And Han Ling, the light of her supernatural power had burned out, like a bright star that had exhausted its last rays. She lay quietly in a hospital bed, waiting for the dawn of recovery.
Yu Wei, once as cautious as a kitten, now has the solid support of her father, no longer needing to hide her angelic healing powers. She bravely stands on the front lines, using her gentle hands to bring hope and life to the seriously wounded and dying. Her healing light, like the warm spring sun, warms the hearts of every soldier, allowing them to experience the miracle and power of life.
In this world filled with challenges and opportunities, Xiao Yi and his companions write their own legends with their courage and wisdom. Their story, like a moving hymn, inspires everyone to pursue their dreams and beliefs. And this battle, like a mirror, reflects their inner tenacity and courage, giving them a deeper understanding of the meaning and value of life. Si Feifei suffered some minor injuries, which were not serious, but she was wrapped up like a dumpling.
Xiao Yi hurried into the hospital, clutching a special apple in his hand—a fruit he'd carefully watered with precious leech water. He gently handed it to her, his eyes filled with tenderness and anticipation. This apple wasn't just a piece of fruit; it was his best wishes for her speedy recovery.
Her wounds would heal quickly without leaving any scars. This apple seemed to possess magical powers, making the pain pale in comparison and adding a touch of color to her recovery.
However, the war never ceased. In a series of small-scale conflicts, Xiao Yi witnessed the bravery and dedication of his comrades, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart. He couldn't help but wonder why people were always so keen to fight for other countries' territories. Why couldn't they cherish what they had, strive to open up new territories, or simply drift freely in this vast world like a wanderer on the sea.
He knew that everyone had an ocean within their hearts, filled with infinite possibilities and hope. Perhaps the true heroes weren't the conquerors who constantly expanded their territories, but those who bravely explored and journeyed forward in their own oceans. He hoped that this ocean could become a safe haven for everyone, allowing them to find true belonging and peace. But that day, Xiao Yi saw a familiar figure through the scope.
Or rather, no, a familiar half-human, half-beast figure.
Because under the man's protective suit, what was constantly wriggling were the tentacles of an octopus.
This wriggling feeling is much more flexible than the first octopus mutant in Base No. 1.
I really don't know, this person is still alive.
Let’s put aside all the new and old grudges together.
This person was none other than the researcher from Baga Country who had escaped from Base No. 1.
At the same time, Lili and Xiao Yuri suddenly sent out signals at the same time.
Xiao Yi knew that they smelled the scent of their own kind.
I just don't know if he is still alive.
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