Flames continued to emerge, like growing mushrooms.
The sound of bombing rang in my ears, and people ran around like fleeing rats. An old man was killed on the spot, and a mother took her child to hide in an air-raid shelter in panic. The sound of roofs collapsing was endless, and everything in front of me collapsed like a sand castle.
“Help—Help!!”
“Why, why, why!”
"Save me, no, don't throw it here! Mom——"
Sparks bloomed on the ground, rapidly expanding in all directions, engulfing houses and fleeing residents. The sound of cannons rang out, and a slight ringing in my ears was heard.
A total of twenty shells landed on the devastated land. Flames continued to bloom on the earth, mercilessly taking away lives.
Cities in such remote areas have no protection system at all. The old world is almost the same as the end of the world, and only the coalition government still maintains a superficial decency.
Su Mingan had never expected that the peaceful life in the small town the moment before would suddenly turn into a horrific scene of war the next moment.
Li Mingyue burned talismans and used a huge barrier to block the shells in this area, but the areas farther away could not be protected.
Loud noises rang in Su Mingan's ears over and over again. Ten minutes later, only miserable cries and mutilated corpses were left on the ground.
“Ahhhhhh!”
"Help, help me..."
In just ten minutes, the scene before my eyes completely changed. Everywhere there was crying, sadness and despair.
Su Mingan rushed to Su Luoluo's home.
Only the fourth level can resist heat weapons, and Su Luoluo is only at the first level. Su Mingan can only hope that the shells did not fall into the area of her home.
Arriving at the door of Su Luoluo's house, Su Mingan raised his head——
He saw it - a pile of collapsed ruins under the dark clouds.
...Obviously, her house was not spared and was even very close to the explosion area.
Amid the flying ashes, bright red flocs floated in the air. The tip of my nose was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, and my skin could feel the heat in the air.
"Su..." Su Mingan took a few steps forward, and the bricks and tiles under his feet kept making a "creaking" sound. Dust and broken tiles covered everything.
A half-exploded Dream Patrol helmet rolled in the ruins, with a trace of pink graffiti left. It was her helmet. The sofa and chairs next to it were vaguely visible, and even the cotton on the sofa had turned black. Several charred photos were stacked between the bricks and stones, and the little girl with purple eyes smiled brightly in the photos.
A piece of arm lay quietly between the steel bars, its skin was burnt black, its nails were broken by the explosion, and its hand was tightly holding a broken bottle. Su Mingan immediately squatted down to check and found a tattoo on the arm - this was the arm of Su Luoluo's father.
What about her? She has returned home, and she can only be near her father.
Her house is not big, and her father is here, so she can only live among the ruins.
"Click, click, click."
Su Mingan lifted the wood, dug out the bricks and tiles, used the priest's staff as a digging stick, pried open the bricks one by one, and dug down bit by bit. Li Mingyue stood quietly behind him, holding a thick book in her hand, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Twenty minutes later, when Su Mingan had dug up all the open space nearby, he could only see torn pieces of cloth and incomplete limbs, and was unable to identify who these people were.
Su Mingan looked at the strands of flesh and blood and stopped digging.
In the ruined world, wars were common. In the seventy-two years of Kaiusta, the number of casualties exceeded five billion. There were countless cities that had been bombed.
But only when it was truly presented in front of Su Mingan could he intuitively feel what it meant every time a red dot of war appeared on the command map, and every time his subordinates reported tens of millions of casualties to him.
...It was too sudden.
...It's so weird.
This is what war is.
"Su...Lolo?" Su Ming'an stood up straight, standing among the ruins, looking at the corpse in the open space whose owner he could not identify, feeling at a loss.
No one responded to him.
There were many people digging like him nearby. They were dressed in rags and were frantically digging the collapsed ruins with their hands. Their arms were covered in blood and their nails were broken. They cried out the names of their loved ones while digging:
“Shanshan—Shanshan—!”
"Xiao Le! Come out! Come out! Can you please shout?"
"Mom—where are you, Mom!"
Su Mingan looked back at Li Mingyue, who was looking at the sky.
"If it is a bomber from the old Church, the fuselage will have a self-destruct system built in. Once the pilot is killed, the self-destruct system will be activated directly." Li Mingyue said to himself: "It is impossible to intercept it. This explosion is bound to happen..."
Su Ming'an stepped back step by step. He looked at the broken pink Dream Patrol helmet on the ground with a confused look in his eyes.
...Where is Su Luoluo?
until--
"Little Cloud."
In an instant, the red and black colors in the sky rose with the wind and seemed to be blown away a little.
A trembling voice came from behind:
"...Little Cloud."
Su Mingan turned around and saw a confused purple-eyed girl walking from another intact building. Her arms were covered in bright red blood and her voice was filled with tears.
She didn't seem to expect to be hit by these things. This air raid was too sudden, and the war was so ruthless. Without any warning, only twenty pieces of metal took away countless lives.
Su Mingan was stunned for a moment before he confirmed that the woman with dusty face was Su Luoluo.
"Little Cloud."
The girl called him a third time.
She stood between the fire and the drifting fog, and walked towards him coughing, her eyes full of fear and terror, and her voice was like a trembling wheat sieve.
"I had some money, and I was planning to take my mom to the hospital for cancer treatment this morning... I asked my dad this morning if he wanted to take my mom with me. He said he didn't want to, and wanted to stay at home and drink..." Su Luoluo said tremblingly, "Who knew that the shells would fall on my house, and the hospital would be safe and sound..."
She saw the man’s mutilated body in the ruins and realized the fickleness of fate.
If he could go and see his mother off, would this death have avoided happening?
Her expression seemed like she was crying and laughing, as if she was relieved, but also as if she was sad.
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