Su Mingan raised his head.

The man in the forty-fifth painting has a young face and a resolute expression. The glass bottle in his hand exudes a bright halo, like a burning fire.

Su Mingan stared at the painting intently until he sank into it.

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When Tang received the glass bottle, he immediately realized his great responsibility.

Special medicines are accompanied by problems such as high mortality and instability. Now he only has one sample in hand and must develop more backups as soon as possible.

He immediately contacted his close friend Su Shize, the deputy director of the Department of Urban Protection. As a uniter of various organizations, Su Shize knew where there was a suitable research institute.

In the bright conference hall, they held hands.

"This matter can only be done privately. As a lawful organization, the City Guardian Department cannot openly defy the oracle." Su Shize, a middle-aged man, advised: "The gods must have discovered us by now. It won't take long.

The Holy Alliance Army will come to your door. Tang, are you sure you want to take over this hot job?"

Tang lowered his head and stared at the glass bottle in his hand. It was a magnificent blue color, as if an endless sea of ​​stars were wandering inside the small glass bottle. This look... made people want to keep it.

"Look how much it looks like a star representing hope." Tang said.

The simple words made Su Shize understand in an instant that they would not look back.

"If we can't stand firm, where can this fire go? Didn't the forty-four people in front of us sacrifice their lives just to pass it to us?" Tang said.

Su Shize didn't say anything, but just patted Tang on the shoulder. This action meant that he would always stand by Tang's side.

After this meeting, the Human Self-Rescue Alliance immediately entered a state of war readiness.

Soon, the Holy Alliance forces gathered and declared war on the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.

The difference from the previous forty-four people was that this time, it was no longer a unilateral pursuit by the Holy Alliance Army, and it was no longer the forty-four people's helpless escape and death.

——And it finally became a war of equal strength.

In order to preserve the fire, a large-scale war is fought at all costs.

When it was the turn of Tang, the forty-fifth person, the fire party finally had the strength to resist, instead of running around in embarrassment, as if it was a symbol of transcendence.

Su Shize contacted the research institute that could improve the specific medicine, while Tang was responsible for leading the war.

Tang had already anticipated the tragedy in the future.

——War is not an easy thing, it is even far more tragic than the previous fire transfer. Just a few minutes on the battlefield will far exceed the number of casualties of "forty-four". The death list will be submitted to Tang Dynasty every day.

in hands.

On the battlefield, people shouted passionate slogans and stepped forward to say goodbye to him. But he held a glass bottle in his arms, watching these young soldiers, waiting for their triumphant return.

"Alliance leader! Please rest assured! We will protect the history of mankind! On the day the war ends, I will draw a slate for you!"

"Leader! The Holy Alliance troops were pushed back by us for dozens of miles today! We promise to bring you victory! Do you like blue roses? I hope to present you with a blue rose."

"Alliance leader! Don't worry, we will persevere no matter how difficult it is. I don't want those songs, those paintings, that literature... to be burned in the flames. I want our next generation to know that human beings have thousands of years of history.

history. This richness and savings will never be erased.”

And he held a tablet with the names of the soldiers written on it, chanting in a low voice, trying to remember their names as much as possible.

Otis is a young man. His favorite thing is the slate paintings handmade by his mother and grandmother. He will not let this cultural heritage disappear. When he made a promise to Tang, his smile was brighter than the bonfire beside the tent.

warm.

Lawson is a middle-aged man. His wife likes blue roses the most, and there are blooming flowers everywhere in his hometown. He doesn't want to let this beauty disappear. He patted his chest and promised loudly, with light in his eyes.

Michelle is a military teacher. She has always recorded things that people have not forgotten, recording literature, art, and songs in books. When she speaks, her voice is soft and slow, but it makes people understand

I can hear her determination.

She thought that when the war was over, she could go back to teach again. This time, she would not teach military affairs, but history. She wanted to be a history teacher and tell all the children, including her newly-groomed mother, all the heavy memories that people had forgotten.

Four year old daughter.

——Your world is actually very long and has a full history. Countless people have sacrificed their lives to help you get these things. Please remember them.

——And Tang listened to their prayers, expectations, and ambitions, and watched them go to the battlefield again and again. Under the sun, they waved their hands high, telling their wish to win, as if they were about to step into the glorious world.

into the future.

"Leader, let's go!"

"Come back safely."

The yellow sand covered his eyes and their young figures.

The first gunshot sounded sharply, the smell of burning talismans floated in the air, the sound of tearing cloth, the sound of cracking flesh and blood... sounded in turn. Hissing, ticking, like the sound of morning dew and leaves beating.

Then Huang Sha left.

He stood waiting until no one came back.

In his hand, the names on the tablet faded one by one, and the numbers of death gradually became blurred in his eyes, like souls bearing a heavy weight.

The glass bottle stored on his left chest weighed as much as a thousand pounds, as if something invisible was strangling his heart, making him gradually unable to breathe.

Late at night, he would wake up sweating profusely and subconsciously think of the name and date of death of the deceased, because the deceased once said that they did not want to be forgotten. The name and description of the deceased were placed in his heart.

It's his own responsibility.

He wrote down their wishes for them.

Keep the graves for them.

Tell them about their nostalgia and expectations for the living.

Most of the people he remembers have become dry bones in his mind - as if their names have been immortalized in his mind.

At this moment,

——He seemed to have become an undead spirit.

"Today's casualties are as follows..."

"In the first theater, 2,827 people were killed and 2,917 were seriously injured. In the second theater, 6,028 people were killed and 1,920 were seriously injured. In the third theater, 3,092 people were killed and 10,281 were seriously injured..."

"Alliance leader, alliance leader..."

"Leader, I'm sorry, please don't let my mother and grandmother know about my death..."

"The blue roses...are so beautiful, Alliance Leader. My wife has always liked them. After the war is over, can you...bring them to her for me..."

"Songs, paintings, literature...I still hope to keep them and teach them to the children. But...I...can't do it...cough, cough, cough...but, except for me...can

Someone...went...to...do it. That, that would be good..."

"Leader, you have to...live...the glass bottle...the stars...live..."

"..."

Countless voices echoed in his mind, becoming increasingly blurry.

Sometimes he would raise his head in a daze, wondering if he had died? Now he was just an undead wandering the world listening to regrets?

Sometimes he would suddenly vomit in front of the mirror, as if what he saw in the mirror was not himself, but a corpse with blood on his face, knife wounds, sword wounds, bullet marks and burns.

...will it ever end?

...or is it doomed to be hopeless resistance?

Using a human body to defy the gods...how overestimating one's own capabilities is, and how...brave.

Use smallness to challenge the vastness, use humility to defeat the highest.

He wiped the mirror, and what he saw was not his own face. Instead, he saw the bones of forty-four people piled on top of him. They lowered their heads and were hugging him tightly.

Carrying their memories, he often forgets who he is - sometimes he feels like he is Tina, a doctor who is researching special medicines, running desperately holding the glass bottle on his left chest. Sometimes he feels like he is carrying a backpack

Drawing paper, Yu Yu moved forward on the cold and windy road.

Sometimes he would be nostalgic for the smell of braised pork ribs. Looking at the dishes on the table, he would always find in his memory a mother who could make braised pork ribs and chicken soup. Sometimes he would subconsciously make a cup of hot water with wolfberry,

While thinking about an old squad leader whom he had never met before, he drank it.

——It was as if he had become them from now on.

The predecessors did not die, but lived forever in his body.

He once read about the madness of witch hunting in the Middle Ages in an unburned book. It was said that witches would keep fire in distant places, waiting for people to get it.

And he lived as a witch.

"Leader, look at you, the dark circles under your eyes have become heavier again. You must not have slept well last night... Although I know that you need to contact the major armies, you must remember to eat on time and rest on time..."

Martha is an old lady, she is Don's grandmother. On the first day of the war, she rushed to Don's side. She would often look at the young people who were practicing with a smile and make hot cakes for them.

Huge noodles, waving goodbye to them.

She would also go into Tang's room late at night and cover him with a quilt. Tang would talk to her about his recent pain, and she would listen with a smile, being a patient listener.
To be continued...