Su Mingan raised his head.
The man in the 45th painting has a firm expression, and the glass bottle in his hand emits a bright halo, like a burning fire.
Su Mingan stared at the painting intently until he was immersed in it.
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No.45 Link the Fire Tang
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When Tang received the glass bottle, he immediately realized the heavy responsibility he had.
Special medicines are accompanied by high mortality and instability. Now he only has one sample in his hand, and he must develop more backups as soon as possible.
He immediately contacted his best friend, Su Shize, the deputy director of the Urban Protection Department.
In the bright conference hall, they clasped hands.
"This matter can only be done in private. As a lawful organization, the City Guardian Department cannot openly disobey the oracle." Su Shize is a middle-aged man. He advised: "Tang, are you sure you want to take on this hot matter?"
Tang lowered his head and stared at the glass bottle in his hand. It was a gorgeous blue, as if an endless sea of stars was wandering in the small glass bottle.
"Look how much it looks like a star representing hope," said Tang.
These simple words instantly made Su Shize understand that they would not turn back.
"If we can't stand firm, where can this fire be passed on to? Didn't the forty-four people before us sacrifice their lives just to pass it to us?" Tang said.
Su Shize patted Tang's shoulder. This action indicated that he would always stand by Tang's side.
After this meeting, the Human Self-Rescue Alliance immediately entered a state of combat readiness.
Soon, the Holy Alliance declared war on the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.
What was different from the previous forty-four people was that this time, it was no longer a unilateral pursuit by the Holy Alliance, and it was no longer a helpless escape and death for the forty-four people.
——And it finally became a war of equal power.
A massive war fought at all costs to preserve the flame.
It was the turn of the 45th person, Tang. The Fire Seed faction finally had the power to resist instead of just running around in a panic.
Su Shize went to contact the research institute that could improve the special medicine, while Tang was responsible for leading the war.
Tang had already anticipated the tragedy of the future.
——War is not an easy thing, and it is even more tragic than the previous fire transmission. Just a few minutes on the battlefield will far exceed the casualties of "Forty-four". The death list will be presented to Tang every day.
He held the tablet with the names of the soldiers written on it and tried to remember their names as much as possible.
Otis is a young man who loves the handmade slate paintings made by his mother and grandmother. He will not let this cultural heritage perish. When he made this promise to Don, his smile was warmer than the bonfire.
Lawson is a middle-aged man. His wife loves blue roses the most, and there are flowers blooming everywhere in his hometown. He doesn't want this beauty to disappear. He pats his chest and makes a promise loudly, with a light in his eyes.
Michelle is a military teacher. She has been recording songs and paintings that people have not forgotten. Her voice is soft and slow, but you can hear her determination.
She thought that when the war was over, she could go back to teaching. She wanted to be a history teacher and tell the children, including her little daughter who had just turned four, about the heavy memories that people had forgotten.
——Your world is actually very long and has a rich history. Countless people have exchanged their lives for this for you. Please remember it.
——And Tang listened to their prayers, hopes, and aspirations. Under the sunshine, they waved their hands high, expressing their wish to win, as if they were about to step into a brilliant future.
"Alliance leader, let's go!"
"Come back safely."
The first gunshot rang out sharply, the smell of burning talismans floated in the air, the sound of cloth tearing, the sound of flesh cracking... one after another. Hissing, dripping, like the sound of morning dew hitting leaves.
In his hand, the names on the tablet dimmed one by one, and the numbers of death gradually became unclear in his eyes, like souls carrying heavy burdens.
The glass bottle on his left chest felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if something invisible was strangling his heart, making it gradually impossible for him to breathe.
Late at night, he would wake up in a sweat, and subconsciously recite the names and dates of death of the deceased, because the deceased had said that they did not want to be forgotten. The names and appearances of the deceased were enshrined in his heart, and this was what he considered his responsibility.
He wrote down their wishes.
Reserve a grave for them.
Tell them their nostalgia and expectations for the living.
Until most of the people he remembered became dry bones in his brain - as if their names had been immortalized in his mind.
At this moment,
——He seemed to have become a ghost that could not die.
"Alliance leader, I'm sorry, please don't let my mother and grandmother know about my death..."
"Blue roses... are so beautiful, leader. My wife has always loved them. After the war, can you... bring them to her for me..."
"Songs, paintings, literature... I still hope to preserve them and teach them to children. But... I can't do it... cough, cough cough cough... But, besides me... there will be someone... who will... do it. That way, that way will be good..."
"Alliance leader, you have to... survive... the glass bottle... the stars... survive..."
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Countless voices echoed in his mind, becoming increasingly unclear.
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