Chapter 651: How can the lonely star in the sky be better than the dawn in the east? In the middle of
the night, wildfires burned.
The smell of burning was everywhere, and the wilderness was full of insect corpses and broken iron stained with dried blood and juice
. The outside of the circle built by the armored vehicles was full of insect corpses, and the situation inside was also critical at this moment. After nearly 10 hours of fighting, even the Heshan Rescue Association, which carried sufficient supplies, was on the verge of running out of bullets and extremely exhausted. However, such fierce fighting and the pheromones produced by burning insect corpses also continuously attracted killing insect swarms within a radius of dozens of kilometers.
The fighters on the periphery fell one by one, and the fighters on the inside continued to fill the front line. There were no passionate speeches and slogans, only the backs of silent sacrifices.
When the last team of fighters came forward and still could not fill the front line, some women and elderly people in the inner circle also began to take up weapons, put on armor covered with blood and stains, and fill the front line.
At this time, they had lost nearly half of their personnel, and most of the remaining ones who had not yet entered the field were children who were not suitable for fighting and fragile wounded.
"The last set of serum." The captain, covered in blood, opened the box and took out the only row of medicines left.
"There are no more bullets." Another team member turned the box over and fell to the ground. The bullets that were originally full of it had long been used up.
Now there is no continuous gunfire on the front line, but more dull hacking and roaring and panting.
"If there is no support, we may not be able to hold on for less than an hour." The few remaining commanders of the rescue society looked at the front line that was about to collapse, unwilling to give up.
"When we were attacked in the afternoon, the rescue signal tower was already turned on. I just hope that the Ford Alliance in the north still remembers the agreement we made."
"It seems that it is impossible to wait for them now. We are too far away from the northern mountains, and their railways are only built to the exit of the mountains. The nearest force is the Stone Forest Fortress built by the Gray Feathers in the rumor."
"But according to the intelligence, even the Stone Forest Fortress is only a force of several thousand people, and they don't even have enough hot weapons." At this point, everyone present became silent.
Perhaps, there is no hope.
"Hiss--"
In front of the front line, the hideous insect ripped open the shield-holding personnel in front of it, cut off their heads, and then inserted its mouthparts into their bodies, constantly sucking blood and flesh to replenish energy. At the same time, its sharp forelimbs swept again, spreading from the fallen member to the surroundings, and rushed into the inner circle of the front line.
"Kill it!" The members in the back who were responsible for firefighting and filling the gaps shouted, and then a shotgun was aimed at the advancing insect at close range. The dense bullets smashed the insect's head into pieces, and its slender mouthparts inserted into the corpse were also blown off, and the blood it sucked splashed everywhere.
Such a bloody scene had already numb the personnel on the scene. The remaining people wiped off the blood and juice covering their visors, continued to fight, and held the top of the steel-cast shield. Compared with the initial front line, the current circle has shrunk by half, and every step back in the process is a dead body.
"One day everyone will be heartbroken.
Shadows drive out the light.
Even if we shed rivers of tears
, reinforcements will not come.
One day everyone will be discouraged.
Friends will turn against each other.
Creatures of darkness will show off their power.
The sun will no longer rise.
When all our hopes are shattered
and we succumb to fear,
blood will rain from the sky and
destruction will draw near. I will fail and fall,
but not like this,
at your hands . I will fail and fall, but not here, and not today." Before a person dies, is it the fear of hesitation or the courage after determination? People in different eras always give different answers, but at least now, they did not let fear overwhelm their will, even if the last hope was so slim and so rare, they still did not give up.
People living in peacetime may not understand this kind of belief and spirit. In the earliest days of the Federation, when the battle with the Dark Sun was the most intense and cruel in the Fifth Epoch, the human beings of that era relied on this belief to pull the entire civilization out of the mud that had been sinking for thousands of years.
If you don't even have this courage and belief, how can you compare with those artificial races with the most sophisticated and excellent designs, and those new races with stronger physical strength and various special abilities? As native humans, all you can rely on is the wisdom, courage, intellect, discipline and fearless sacrifice passed down from countless historical eras. This is what the new races have never had and dare not have, because once the new races have these, they will no longer be the cornerstone and ignorant believers of the Dark Sun.
Success is also due to the single and pure spirit of the new races, and failure is also due to the single purity of the new races. The overly complex and unyielding will will ultimately fail to become qualified slaves.
Now, the front is broken step by step, and the light of hope for salvation is falling from the sky.
In the sky, a figure with long silver-gray hair traveled thousands of miles and finally arrived at this desolate battlefield. Corpses and burnt bodies were everywhere. The whole land was covered with a sour smell. The tightly packed shield walls below were in danger and could be torn apart at any time. There were burnt armored vehicles, faded relief association logos, and people crying.
How can I save this broken world?
If this is my mission, then what will the future that I hope for look like?
In order to ensure that the sacrifices of the past will not be forgotten,
in order to ensure that people in the future will not repeat the same mistakes
, in order to achieve the ignorant and original wishes of my childhood,
I will bravely do things that I have never imagined before
, no matter how meaningless these things seem,
no matter how these people seem to have nothing to do with me,
no matter what doubts and oppositions I may encounter,
I will carry out this mission
because this is exactly what I hope for, a world
where I can live happily. The silver moon rises slowly from the night sky. In this world that has never seen moonlight, it is so beautiful. Its light illuminates the dark earth and gives everything a silver frost. In terms of light, it is never as blazing as the sun, but it brings you peace and gentleness in the dead of night, silently telling everything. Emotions that cannot be expressed in words, beliefs that cannot be conveyed by pictures, and sensibility that cannot be touched by thinking. It is the desire that is always hidden in the heart, and it is the touch and remembrance that the cold rationality can never reach. This is the crown of the moon, a great thing born for the regrets of the past and the regrets that transcend time and space. The moon mark on the forehead has never shone so brightly. At this moment, it touched the hearts of all the members present. The quietly flowing sadness and unyielding spirit, the firm will to always hold hope, all made her feel a kind of beauty that was lost in time. Perhaps this is why Isanissa was able to defeat those dark suns back then. It was not just the "Golden Flame Flower", but more importantly, the civilization of that era that shone with the light of humanity. Without those unremitting beliefs and wills, there would be no glorious crown. If they were not firm enough, how could they persist until the fourth millennium and wait for the turning point that changed everything. People always look forward to the emergence of a hero who changes everything, but if you and I are not brave enough, even heroes will die in the dark night. A single tree cannot make a forest, and a lone star in the sky is no match for the bright east. (End of this chapter)
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