People hold each other's hands and walk slowly in the eternal night. Outside the city-state, wanderers, travelers, and residents of small towns are not protected, and they are the majority of human beings.

Their pain has no outlet, and their despair has no root. The enemy that caused all this is another civilization, and the battle between civilizations never concerns right or wrong.

Nothing could be seen in front of her, only the chirping of vultures, and the faint voices and cries of people in the black mist. Yueyue walked by, and her feet were full of corpses and withered bones.

On the way to the mission location, Yueyue was grabbed by a young soldier.

He pulled the corner of her clothes, looked at the medal on her shoulder, and called her sir.

Yueyue looked at the red light on the back of the soldier's neck. Even after a long period of time, she still maintained her original kindness. She wanted to save him.

She patted the soldier on the shoulder and asked him to try to stay calm and talk to her, so maybe he wouldn't be invaded.

The young soldier slowly told her his story. He said that in the autumn of his hometown, the sky was filled with golden ginkgo leaves. They were blowing in the wind and were more beautiful than any other sight. When he came back from school, he would often pass by Knock on the Tree in the alley.

There are sugar sellers wearing clappers, and there are many girls sketching with drawing boards by the river.

His hometown is just a small town. Compared with the city of measurement, the lives of residents of these small towns are very difficult, but they are humane and many times warmer.

He also said that he had a grandfather who lived during the War of Dawn. That grandfather was also a young soldier when he died. His grandfather liked music scores. When he was a child, he would hold his mother and beat the ice under the eaves in winter. The sound was like

The crispest musical instrument. Even when my grandpa went to war, he kept those sheet music in his backpack.

Later, my grandfather died in the frozen glacier, like countless young soldiers.

"What are we fighting for?" the young soldier asked intermittently.

"In this life, apart from those cold data, strictly defined personalities, insurmountable classes, and a life that prevents emotional overload... apart from these, what are we living for?"

"The order of the city-state, the gears of society, the workers who are as mediocre as ants... We have worked hard all our lives for a 'perfect' city-state, but who did I become in the end..."

"Sir, can you... tell me?"

"You..." Yueyue whispered, but found that the soldier in front of her had closed his eyes.

She stood alone in the black mist, holding the dead soldier.

Whose fault is this?

Akto who made all this is not wrong, the Dawn System in order to preserve resources is not wrong, ordinary people who long for survival are not wrong, and even the civilized invaders [Tavi] are also doing it for survival, there is nothing wrong.

Unknowingly, even though the vast majority of people made the best decision, things inevitably spiraled down and there were no survivors.

Che's voice came from the headset: "Are you here?"

"No." Yueyue said.
Chapter completed!