Chapter 70 I Just Want to Be a Person
"Sister Lan, Sister Lan..."
"Wake up..."
"Sister Lan..."
One after another, continuous calling.
It is so close, yet so distant and empty, with a buzzing echo that makes it difficult to hear clearly.
Qiao Lan opened her eyes dazedly.
What caught my eye was the blood moon hanging high in the sky, so round and so bright.
"Sister Lan!"
The voice of the call was more genuine and contained a hint of surprise.
She weakly and slowly turned her gaze following the sound.
The blood moon, the dark and broken wall, and then, Xiao Tang's face.
In the moonlight, the deep and shallow wounds on his face were very clear, some were scarred and some were festering, making his original appearance almost unrecognizable.
Then look at your body.
The clothes were dirty and torn, with holes and tears.
The wounds on his body were revealed through the gaping holes.
As messy as his face.
And, his legs...
The legs that were affected by the explosions were swollen very high, and the dense wounds were hideous and terrifying.
"Xiao...Xiao Tang..."
Qiao Lan spoke, her voice hoarse and her throat burning with pain.
"Sister Lan, water, there's water, drink it quickly!"
Xiao Tang held up Qiao Lan's head, lifted her upper body slightly, and brought a broken mug with a broken rim to her mouth.
There is a layer of clear water in the cup.
The height is only a few centimeters.
But Qiao Lan was surprised.
"Where...where did it come from..."
After the disaster, the water in the city gradually became undrinkable. It would rain occasionally, but the rain carried various toxins that were harmful to the human body. Drinking it would cause diarrhea, high fever, or even death.
Even a drop of such clear drinking water is extremely precious.
"That big brother gave it to me, Sister Lan, drink it quickly!"
Xiao Tang poured water into Qiao Lan's mouth.
The simple movement was too much for the seriously injured man, and he was exhausted and out of breath.
Qiao Lan subconsciously took two sips.
He quickly controlled himself, shut up, and refused to drink anything.
Xiao Tang, who was afraid that the water would spill, quickly withdrew his hand and picked up the cup.
"You drink." Qiao Lan said.
Xiao Tang refused.
"Brother, you are seriously injured and need water."
"Sister Lan, you are more seriously injured. Drink."
Qiao Lan followed Xiao Tang's sorrowful gaze and looked down at herself.
She was covered in bandages, all over her arms and legs, her stomach, and her face… You couldn't see it on her face, but she felt it.
My whole body hurts.
It still itches, swells, and feels numb.
As she gradually woke up, the pain became clearer and clearer.
She remembered, it was Chu Yinong.
Chu Yinong grinned grimly, took a knife and cut her body into blood gourds.
The seriously injured Xiao Tang was pinned to the ground, screaming anxiously. Someone wanted to save her but couldn't move.
later……
later?
"Where is that person?" Qiao Lan finally remembered that it was that person who saved them.
A man wearing a hood, whose face cannot be seen clearly.
Like an angel, he suddenly appeared and dispersed Chu Yinong's group.
Before she completely fainted, all she saw was his muddy boots and the straight, strong legs in the boots.
"Over there." Xiao Tang gestured.
Qiao Lan turned his head.
I saw a black figure at the entrance of the ruined house.
He sat with his back to them, looking up at the blood moon in the sky, motionless.
"What is he talking about?"
She vaguely heard his low voice.
Xiao Tang listened attentively. "It seems like... what's 'horizon'? 'Blood red'?"
He couldn't hear clearly either.
But that person heard the conversation between the two.
"Are you awake?" he said, his voice a little louder.
"I didn't say anything, but I just remembered some poems that my teacher read in class when I was very young."
Are you reciting poetry?
Going to school, teachers, classes...how far away they are.
In the post-disaster world, those things are a lifetime away.
Xiao Tang asked, "Brother, have you been to school too?"
The figure behind him chuckled.
"Why didn't I go to school? A few months ago, before the big wind came, didn't everyone go to school?"
"I mean...you..." Xiao Tang was speechless, "People like you..."
A god-like person, a hero who descends from the sky to save people from danger, seems to be different from ordinary people.
"Do you know what poem I just recited?" the man said to himself.
Without waiting for Qiao Lan and the others to answer, he began to recite to himself.
"A tranquil horizon,
Separating the ranks of the living and the dead.
I can only choose the sky,
Never kneel on the ground,
To show the height of the executioners.
To stop the wind of freedom,
From the starry sky,
A blood-red dawn will flow."
Qiao Lan and Xiao Tang looked at each other silently.
Can't understand.
"I know you don't understand," the man said.
“Actually, I didn’t really understand it before.”
"When I was in class, there was a Chinese teacher who always liked to read these things to us."
"He said poetry is the most powerful expression of emotion."
“When a person can truly understand poetry, perhaps he has already understood the world.”
I still don’t understand.
Qiao Lan was a little suspicious. Was this person perhaps mentally unwell?
In the post-disaster apocalypse, there are too many people who are mentally stimulated and have all kinds of abnormalities.
This angel who saved people probably showed his abnormality by chattering non-stop.
Just when they didn't know how to communicate with this person, the man suddenly stood up.
"I have to go now."
"The food and medicine are in that little bag. I'm giving it to you."
"I wish you survive."
He never looked back, jumped out of the ruined house, and left in the night under the blood-red moonlight.
“I’m not a hero.
In an age without heroes,
I just want to be a human being.”
He was mumbling incomprehensible words.
Going further and further away.
Until the figure completely disappeared.
Later, the small package of supplies he left behind helped Qiao Lan and Xiao Tang get through the difficult time of recovery.
——If it weren’t for him.
——Where would I find the next four years of my life?
——I died in the first few months of the first year of the apocalypse.
Qiao Lan thought in a daze.
My thoughts are sometimes clear and sometimes confused in the chaos.
I don’t know where I am or who I am.
Bang bang bang!
There was a sound of metal colliding.
She felt a violent jolt.
And flip.
The sense of crisis, as if the boat was about to be overturned by the huge waves, suddenly made her wake up.
Suddenly opened his eyes!
Beep beep beep——
The dashboard made a series of noises.
The tumbling and bumpy fuselage suddenly brought her back to her senses. She was on a helicopter and was flying it!
Why did I fall asleep suddenly?!
Dreaming about past lives?!
Bang, bang, bang, there was another sound.
And the feeling of falling into the air.
She quickly pulled the joystick to pull the rapidly falling plane up again.
Looking at the time on the dashboard, it was only a minute since she sat in the driver's seat.
How did she fall asleep and nearly cause the plane to crash, killing everyone on board...
The banging sound was the enemy below firing at the plane.
Flying at too low an altitude made her an aerial target.
At this time, she was still within the range of the enemy's guns.
"How strange!"
She adjusted the plane's altitude again to avoid ground fire.
A notice to all members of the combat team came through the headset.
"The west gate has been breached! Two people have been killed! I am continuing the assault!"
The sound of gunfire vibrated my eardrums.
"How's Ximen now? My team is on their way to provide reinforcements!"
"Team Simon!"
"Please reply!"
No reply.
There were three people in a group, two of them were killed, and apparently the last one was also...
Qiao Lan controlled the plane to circle and looked down through the window.
A cloud of gunfire, chaotic, distant, and unclear.
The enemy has an ambush.
Even with the firepower coverage of armed military aircraft, the assault is a matter of daring to die, even going to death.
She listened to the sound in the headphone frequency band.
Hearing about the sacrifices that followed one after another.
She couldn't see anything clearly.
The 17 suicide notes scribbled in the notebook appeared before my eyes.
Each one has only one or two simple sentences.
Perhaps, the owner of a certain sentence is already dead at this moment.
“I’m not a hero.
In an age without heroes,
I just want to be a human being.”
The strange angel's muttering and the distant words in the dream suddenly became extremely clear.
Qiao Lan gritted her teeth.
Hold the joystick and slowly push it down.
The plane began to descend.
——I want to go down.
——I will die.
——The assault is too difficult, you will all die.
——I will die too.
——Everyone will die.
Will die, will die, will die...
You die, I die, we all die together... Doesn't this rhyme a bit?
Will die, will die!
Just die!
I want to be a human being.
Not a dog that would stand by and watch someone die!
Qiao Lan hesitantly pushed down, and the plane fell rapidly.
——I am selfish and want to survive. I have a space full of supplies and I can live for a long time. I am a civilian, why should I care about your life or death? This is not my responsibility!
——But damn, is this your responsibility!
Who the hell doesn’t want to live a good life!
The world is ruined, the government is gone, the police, doctors, and soldiers are just professionals, no one asks you to come here to raid and suppress the bandits.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could stay with your relatives and friends and help them survive?
What's the point of writing a suicide note and trying to be a hero!
Damn, it’s not good enough to be a hero, and I have to ask my sister to go down and help!
——I am reborn, I definitely have an aura, I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t die!!
Qiao Lan rushed out of the plane with a gun in hand, as if chanting a sutra.
Da da da, a burst of bullets came from nowhere and flew past her feet.
I almost sent her away.
“…”
Qiao Lan rolled and tumbled into the bushes more than ten meters away.
It’s a bit difficult to be a human being.
It's better to be nice than to be passionate.
She took out the gun from the armory from the space.
The latest long-range sniper rifle.
Set up and adjust the scope.
Bang!
Bang!
Three shots.
The flames from a window of the target building suddenly stopped.
"Ye Gou, lead your men to charge through the west gate."
"I'll clear the roadblock for you."
Qiao Lan pressed the earphones and said.
The eyes behind the scope flickered faintly in the darkness.
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