Sometimes he would look up in a trance, wondering if he was already dead.
Sometimes he would suddenly vomit in front of the mirror, as if the person in the mirror was not himself, but a corpse with blood, knife wounds, sword wounds, bullet marks and burns all over the face.
Will there ever be a day when this will end?
...Or is it destined to be a hopeless resistance?
Challenge the vast with the small, and defeat the great with the humble.
He wiped the mirror, and what he saw was not his own face, but the bones of forty-four people piled on top of him, with their heads lowered, hugging him tightly.
Carrying their memories, he often forgot who he was - sometimes he felt like he was Tina, a doctor who was researching special medicines, running desperately with a glass bottle on his left chest. Sometimes he felt like he was carrying a backpack of drawing paper, walking slowly on the cold road.
Sometimes he would miss the taste of braised spareribs, and looking at the dishes on the table, he would always find in his memory a mother who could make braised spareribs and chicken soup. Sometimes he would subconsciously make a cup of hot water with wolfberries, and drink it while thinking of an old squad leader he had never met.
——It was as if he had become their character from then on.
The predecessor is not dead, but lives forever in his body.
"Alliance leader, look at you, your dark circles have become heavier again. You didn't sleep well last night... Remember to eat and rest on time..."
Martha was an old lady, Don's grandmother, who would often smile at the young people doing exercises, make them hot bread, and wave goodbye to them.
She would also walk into Tang's room late at night and cover him with a blanket. Tang would talk to her about his recent pain, and she would listen with a smile, a patient listener.
Su Shize finally found a suitable drug researcher——
The most famous mystic of our time,
Ms. Su Lixian.
As the war progressed, more and more people were drawn into the war. People were awakened by the slogan of "saving human history", and they also tried to - keep human history.
——If humans still have a chance to resist, this should be the last time.
——If humans don’t want to become playthings in the hands of gods, this should be their last struggle.
Once history is erased, past hatred is forgotten, and one is suppressed in the heavy rain, only able to laugh but not cry, who can still stand up against the whole world like today?
"Because we all know in our hearts that winter is not forever."
"Flowers will bloom in the garden and the cracks in the wall will be filled."
"People will love in fire and in shouting."
"People will love in fire and shouting..."
They sang such ancient ballads, reminiscing about the untouched past, and went to the battlefield one by one.
Tang was still watching them. He personally arranged the marching route for them, personally pushed them to the battlefield, and personally... took over some of the soldiers' belongings.
He became more and more confused, vomited in front of the mirror more and more, and even had difficulty sleeping and felt dizzy. The memory of forty-four people's lifetime was too heavy to be carried in his mind, enough to crush a person's soul.
But he had to force himself to persevere - he was the leader of the Human Self-Saving Alliance, he was the initiator, leader, commander and beacon of the war.
Write down the name, erase the name, watch the name on the tablet in your hand go dark, again and again.
He kept repeating this process, and gradually forgot how many days the war had started. He had too many people in his mind, almost driving him crazy.
Until that day, the Holy Alliance captured Grandma Martha, put a knife across her neck, and demanded that Tang offer a high-ranking general in exchange for her life.
At that moment, Tang actually felt relieved - if he could also be exchanged, would this torture and pain end?
He saw his grandmother staring at him with gentle and concerned eyes.
Her eyes were always gentle and calm. On countless nights, she stroked his head, allowing him to sleep peacefully amidst the pain of life and death.
"Alliance leader." The old man said slowly, "From now on, without your grandmother covering you with a blanket, you have to cover yourself and be careful not to catch a cold, understand?"
"I believe spring will come. If that day comes, it will definitely be brought by... you."
"You have been a good kid since you were young, I know that."
Tang didn't have time to speak.
Martha took the initiative and ran into the knife.
The bright blood exploded on the blade, shocking even the soldier holding her. The soldier never expected that an old lady could be so determined that she dared to rush towards the blade.
Her neck was torn by the blade, almost piercing half of her head, and her neck bones were visible. Her posture was so resolute that it was shocking. But her face was still smiling, bright and gentle.
It's like,
...like a spark.
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