The dawn is vast.

The sun emerges on the top of the mountains, the floating clouds, the remaining stars, the moonlight, and the night are all like the snow melting in the early spring, and are gone in the crimson like roses.

The world at dawn is the quietest, and the light of the rising sun is hard to say it is gentle.

In the wind and sand, the headless giant of steel stood alone, watching the busyness of the people on the ground.

All troops are still under intense tasks. Sweep the battlefield, reclaim the armed forces, capture the enemy, heal the wounded, count the losses and casualties, and build temporary roads to eliminate possible dangers.

During the blasting and collapse operation using the first phase of the underground urban construction, many urgently buried explosives and electric shock devices may still be trapped inside. The militia were wearing thick protective suits according to their guidance, carefully using detectors to eliminate dangers and save people.

Although it is an enemy army, it is necessary to save it out of humanitarian and international treaties. After the subsequent treatment, most of it will not be wonderful.

Mobile suits have good protective performance, and the driver usually survives severe electric shock without obvious trauma. The thug and long nose styles of Azadistan who are trapped in the pit still have many values ​​to use and must be recycled.

The number of Azadistan Army, who accompanied the mobile suit, was very small. Facing the MS, he could not organize any effective resistance. Raiser could not control the few who escaped. Raiser now had no strength to counterattack.

"What should I do with this big pit? Just put it here?"

Tieria came down from the shelling charisma, took off her helmet, and let her long hair get messy in the wind. When she looked at her moment, she asked him casually, but she didn't expect an answer in her heart.

"A little further down there is the groundwater layer."

He ran over in a short stroll, still biting the bread in his mouth. He swallowed the remaining bread in one bite before saying.

The rich flavor of the fermented wheat flour is paired with refreshing and fragrant ghee, and a little bit of fruit grease, rushes into the taste buds, making people's appetite come alive.

The buffering ability of the Evil Omen Style is not good. When standing and fighting in an instant, the shocks were severe to maintain his balance. His hands and feet were worn out with some skin injuries.

He took off his gloves and stuffed them into his pocket, revealing the purple-red scratch on his hands, which aroused the concern of Tieria.

"It doesn't matter?"

"It'll be fine in a while."

The physique of the changer is amazing.

Then Tieria turned around and recalled the information he had read, and said:

“Due to uncontrolled mining in the 21st and 22nd centuries, most of the groundwater here has dried up.”

Sand, gravel, civil and wood, damaged steel and bricks are all deeply trapped in this large pit with irregular circles.

The summer wind is unwilling to let people enjoy the freshness of the morning. When they come in a hurry, they see dust flying around, turning back to the morning sun. There is a misty deep yellow wind and sand between the ups and downs.

The child stared at all this quietly, whispering with his lips:

"Make an artificial lake?"

This attracted many workers next to him to look at him in surprise.

“Haro!Setsuna!Tieria!”

On the other hand, Harrow, who had modified the simple flight function in his spare time, flew over tremblingly and hit him on the head. The landscape bottle fell down and was caught by the instant.

Tieria grabbed Haro with one hand and patted the naughty little guy.

"Let's build an artificial lake?"

He looked at the flowers in the landscape bottle in his hand for a moment and emphasized confidently:

"The desert is very deserted, but I have been used to it since I was a child. The feeling of disgust exists in my heart, but I don't even know that it is disgust, because there is nowhere to be found, and there is no comparison... I think lakes, trees, flowers and those little creatures are all... beautiful things."

He did not mention the originally barren scenery of the wilderness, but later in the previous life, the wilderness became desertified. When it comes to memories of the previous life, it is something that cannot be heard by others.

If you imagine a lake with cold waves and clear green waters, sleepy weeping willows and wild flowers blooming in a wildly blooming place on the wet and bright green soil. When the sunset is set, the afterglow is over, and the colors of all things change in the changing light, soft and quiet. At this time, you will be with your friends on two or three small boats and watch the young deer in the forest come to drink water from afar. This is a kind of beauty.

With momentary clumsiness, this kind of picture cannot be depicted

He simply searched for the beauty in his memory, spliced ​​it, longed for the beautiful things in his heart, and decided to put them into action.

"That's fine."

After a brief surprise, Tieria considered it and nodded.

That is not impossible.

The executive president on the side listened to their words and interrupted:

"I can ask my friends to do related projects. I remember there was a plan for artificial lakes in the desert as early as the 20th century. It was just that after the war was over, there was no manpower now."

Azadistan's aggressive (or... a surprise attack?) completely failed, and the situation of the war was suddenly cleared.

“The chaos here won’t be too long.”

He took out the chocolate in an instant and said while biting it.

He urgently needs energy replenishment.

The beautiful morning clouds change in color, and the golden light shines in a moment, hangs and leaves in the desert, melting into one.

"The guy from the first tactical forecaster was seriously injured and probably was about to withdraw from the next command."

"What's wrong with him?"

The executive president coughed, but he didn't know what to say:

"After running to the electromagnetic silo to install explosives with others, he stayed there to complete the follow-up work. A sudden secondary collapse during wide-area electric shock made him seriously injured, forcibly adding another person to the casualties record."

...

The bright and warm sunshine falls into the room, and it is bright.

"But we won, didn't we?" the first tactical forecaster lay on the hospital bed and said with a smile, "This is not a miracle given by God, but a reality created by human beings!"

As he said that, he accidentally touched the wound and couldn't help but make a hissing sound, mixing with laughter, making his expression distorted.

There are many miracles in this world.

But most of them are just accidental when buying a lottery ticket and winning the first prize. It is like a meteorite falling from the sky, and there is also a probability that it will fall to the enemy's camp.

People often call this accidental luck a miracle, and even regard it as God's will and worship this accident.

What a ridiculous thing this is!

But the only one is called a miracle, which is an insult. Because this miracle is inevitable created by life and by life itself, and there is no room for any concept of gods to intervene.

"There is no place left for the gods in this world."

He said with a smile.

"Since a God of goodness has allowed all suffering in the world as a trial of rebirth, he will watch quietly in the kingdom of heaven! Let him watch carefully that humans will move towards the future without worshiping any gods!"

As he said that, he was a little sad. After joining Raiser, the flame of his former ideal was completely ignited, but now he is unable to continue to participate and cannot establish his own merits. There is nothing more sad than this for him now.

In the battle of Chengying City, the eighty thugs and sixty-four long-nosed styles dispatched by Azadistan were destroyed. The Raiser side ended with the death of 76 people and the injury of 232 people. The evil omen is one, the evil omen is four, and the evil omen is five.

The day when the relevant information was released, the pattern in the Middle East changed.

But at this moment, it has nothing to do with all political affairs.

In the afternoon, in the original public cemetery in Chengying City, an old man was so angry that he trembled all over and argued with Tieria:

"Your name is Raphael? Then hello Mr. Raphael, please allow me, the old man, to say this... Your rough approach is not in accordance with the law! They are heroes who died to protect Kurgis, so they will not go to heaven! Human life comes from the soil, how can it be ignited with brim? Cremation is the devil's method!"

I will not bring you in my life, and I will not bring you in my life.

Although human funeral customs have the prescient nature of the past, now it has all become spiritual shackles and become a tradition that forces people to accept.

In an instant, Tieria and the crowd behind them looked at the remaining old man silently. He was indeed kind from his perspective, caring for the death of mankind, and resisting in anger.

But--

In the glorious day, there are black abortions, cold mourning gardens, equal indignation and equal sorrow.

“Death is not an end.”

Tieria said ambiguously and politely.

The existence of human records cannot be exposed.

"It's done, so that's the old man."

The old man had nothing to say, so he could only glar at them fiercely and sigh.

Resistance to break some traditions gradually emerged, and every step was hard, and we had to rely on wartime special orders to force and implement convenient actions.

No religious person could comfort this funeral.

The corpses that were turned into ashes were buried in the earth, and they did not pray for the gods to bless their eternal life, nor did their souls to bless the world.

Their friends, family and comrades presented flowers picked from the wilderness in groups, and occasionally there were a few uncontrollable sobs.

"Can they go to heaven? Mr. Quanta?"

There was a current non-commissioned officer who believed in religion and fell into the quantum outbreak of KPSA and asked Shi Na quietly. Among the dead, there was his friend, which made his face full of sadness.

I didn't know how to answer this soft heart.

Even if I no longer care about those customs, I still yearn for happiness after death.

The initial belief is often born from the delicate and sensitive fear of nature.

Respect the sun, fear death, fear lightning, fear night and darkness, fear fertility and **.
To be continued...