1.

"Remember: bravery, strength, self-sacrifice, this is the heroism of our time, and it is the common heroism of mankind."

In the Garden of Eden, Tang Lan was reciting.

"Collective heroism, individual heroism, their common--"

Hubbard covered his face with a gun illustration: "Haven't you finished reciting yet?"

"Almost." Tang Lan closed the book and looked at the ceiling: "Hubbard."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want to be a hero?"

Hubbard pulled the illustration down a little, revealing chestnut brown eyes. He also looked at the ceiling. After 10 seconds, he said, "It doesn't matter." After

another 10 seconds, he asked again, "What about you?"

Tang Lan said, "I don't know."

2.

The reinforcements from North Korea arrived at the Gao Institute.

The heavy weapons were on the plane, and the air battle was commanded by Colonel Lu. The rest of the light troops used large gliders to land. They scattered in order to clean up the monsters that had already attacked the institute.

Hubbard was on a large piece of sky to the right of the institute. Behind him was a steep cliff. On the edge of the cliff stood a bright red sign that read "Landslide, Do Not Approach". The main body of the institute blocked most of his vision. After the heavy machine gun killed a large monster, there were no more enemies here.

The reason he came here was that he looked up at the sky during the melee just now.

A bloody and chaotic battle was taking place in the sky. A huge monster fell to its death. When he looked up, he saw a black figure in the sky.

No, it was not a human. He had a human body, but behind him there was a pair of huge black wings that were half broken. It was an alien.

When he saw it, the figure was also falling down, so it only existed briefly in his field of vision for a second.

But this brief second made his soul blank.

"Where are you going?" His teammate shouted at him, but he didn't hear it clearly. The voice seemed to be echoing from a very far away place.

Then he rushed towards the place where the man fell like crazy.

——This place was sloppy, with vines entangled, and waist-high weeds growing wildly. Nothing could be seen on the surface, but there was a cliff behind it.

With a stern gaze, he stepped in with a heavy machine gun in hand, pushed aside the vines, and searched around in the waist-deep grass.

There seemed to be a hallucinatory panting sound in his ears, and he turned around suddenly, but only saw the grass swaying in the strong wind.

"Is there anyone?" he shouted.

The panting seemed to get heavier, and there was a noise from the right rear.

He looked there, but his eyes suddenly stopped.

——On the opposite side, a meter away, to the left rear of the research institute building.

That was where the wind power tower was located, and several white three-cornered windmills were spinning wildly in the strong wind.

And at this moment, several snow-white tentacles with long thorns wrapped around the column of the power tower and twisted around the central shaft of the windmill. The tentacles were thick and strong, and the rotation of two of the power towers had gradually stopped.

The monster's purpose was obviously not limited to this. The thorns and tumors on the tentacles stood out. Hubbard had spent most of his life leading teams in the wild and had experienced many battles. He knew that was the monster's strength. It was about to uproot the power tower.

The core of the melee was the space in front of the institute. Not everyone would notice the power tower in the distance - not to mention that the color of that thing was so similar to the power tower.

Of course, the most important reason was that there was no time.

The first power tower stopped rotating.

The tentacles were already shaking slightly due to the force.

Hubbard was not very clear about the importance of these power towers, but he could imagine it. The power supply of the communication equipment and scientific research facilities in the institute - including the equipment that the red sea of ​​fire that Anzhe just walked into relied on, all require a large amount of power

. He took off the large handheld uranium shell launcher on his back and aimed forward. Few single soldiers can use this weapon flexibly. It has sufficient firepower, but it is horrible. It is extremely difficult to aim, and the recoil can shatter an ordinary person's shoulder.

Hubbard knew the weak points of the tentacle monster, but the existence of the institute building seriously hindered his aiming, and the weak points were not exposed.

- He stepped back.

All the thinking process and decisions were completed within 5 seconds after seeing the monster. He stepped back, one step, and then another.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. In just a few seconds, he had passed the "No Approach" sign. He glanced back and saw the endless sky. Looking down, he was only one step away from the edge of the cliff, and the 꺱눓 under his feet was shaking slightly. There was a click, and it seemed that the 놋녪떚 was rolling down.

Just a little bit away, just a little bit away from the position where he could kill the monster without damaging the buildings and power towers.

In fact, he never thought of being a hero. But he still took a step back.

There was the sound of the 꺱녪 loosening again.

The crosshairs of the aiming mirror were aimed at the vital point.

The launch tube of this model in his hand had enough penetration, firepower, and range.

"Bang!"

The huge recoil blasted him backwards, the edge of the cliff shook, and the loosened blocks collapsed like an avalanche.

The sound of wind rang in his ears, and his body leaned back and fell down.

His vision was full of the brilliant dawn, the sun jumped out from the side of the mountains, and the dazzling golden light hit the retina. In this fleeting moment, another figure appeared from the cliff and jumped down towards him.

A few drops of blood fell on Hubbard's cheek.

As if in a dream.

He reached out his hand -

Tang Lan's hand, pale with blood, grabbed him.

Shadows covered the sky, and bloody wings spread out. The mountain wind blew eastward, and the blood stained his clothes on his chest. He didn't have the strength to flap his wings and fly, but just grabbed Hubbard and slid down with the wind, like the paper airplane he folded and aimed at last time.

Hubbard looked into his eyes.

Tang Lan's eyebrows were still as handsome and cold as before, and there were two scratches on his cheeks, which were oozing blood.

Tang Lan also looked at Hubbard, and he smiled.

There seemed to be many things in Hubbard's eyes, and he could see it. He wanted to ask him why he was here, what he had experienced, and even more wanted to blame him for sacrificing his life and falling off the cliff.

Tang Lan just smiled and held Hubbard's hand tighter - Hubbard responded with the same force.

The world was filled with the roar of the wind. They were falling toward an unknown fate, but there was nothing to be afraid of.

"You were a hero once," Tang Lan said, "I want to be one too."

In the distance, the mountains stretched out.

The morning sun shone out.