The New Year's bell has already sounded, but there is no festive ceremony, no singing and laughter, only fireworks of battle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fighting has been going on for more than two hours, and they are still on their way home.

The young warrior ran hard, and he rushed to the front as he wished, and the eight sturdy figures behind him kept shaking and weaving through, taking advantage of the complex terrain, although moving at high speed, maintaining a perfect formation, nimbly dodging all kinds of explosions and bullets.

The seemingly empty ruins seemed to be filled with enemies in every corner, pouring a dense rain of bullets on them with pitiful marksmanship. No matter how well they hid it, it was useless, they ate too much radiant grass, and in the opponent's radiation glasses it was a big red target, so they could only run hard.

All the enemies were dispatched tonight, and they were under much stronger pressure than ever, and they couldn't help but wonder if it was the right decision to break through on the festive night when the points were doubled.

Their figures are too eye-catching in the radiation glasses to have any short stay, and they have to do irregular evasive actions violently, staging a realistic version of the speed of life and death.

While the enemy has incomparably advanced warfare equipment in the atmosphere and in the starry sky, most of the ground forces use old equipment from hundreds of years ago, ranging from gunpowder bullets to ion weapons. And most of them are civilians with no formal military training, so it's no wonder that many of his companions say that fighting with ground troops is as easy and casual as hunting, and of course encountering Banshee fighters is another matter.

Luck seems to have passed, three blocks have passed, no Banshee fighters have appeared, and no opponents have used heavy weapons. It seems that tonight is really a good sign, maybe it is really possible to cross the front line and return to the side of the large army, and live a few more months after changing a few organs.

The young soldier had run out of ammunition and food, and only cared about running with his head down, desperately praying not to enter the mine sensing area, and the captain who followed him had only a few small fragments left on his body, and he had long since been unable to set off any fireworks, but kept shaking two shots and fled, while the rest of his companions were even more unbearable, all of them were disgraced, and everyone was wounded.

They dodged bullets, beams of energy, streams of high-temperature particles, and cannonballs. With weapons spanning hundreds of years of development, I don't know where these enemies came from. The young warrior's face turned purple and he was already out of breath, I don't know if he ran too hard, or after so many years of darkness, the oxygen content in the atmosphere was extremely low, and he could not bear such a high load of oxygen consumption on his body.

Due to the lack of oxygen, his consciousness had begun to blur, but at the forefront, he had already seen hope, faintly seeing the figure and position of his companions and positions on the mountains outside the city, so he ran faster, and his lungs almost exploded due to his violent breathing.

It doesn't matter if the lungs explode, as long as they hold on for two more blocks, they can join up with the large army, and they will return to the sphere of influence of their companions, and when the time comes, they will be able to change to a second-hand lung and be alive again.

Braving the rain of bullets, nine people continued to rush forward, they were all soldiers struggling to survive in the pile of dead, the fighting instinct and desire to survive were extremely strong, and there was still a block to return to the main army. Later it will be group battles, and the young warrior will never again want to see the desperate and frantic faces of the enemy so closely, and will never again want to see those poor people fall under his guns.

Although he also knew that it was just an extravagant hope, that the last block was like hell, that it was already the front line, full of laser weapons and high-kinetic guns.

Finally, his luck came to an end, and he met heavy fire around the corner.

Dense white light flashed, and he fell, most of his left arm vaporized and disappeared, and there were several more blood holes in his left thigh.

Lying on the ground weakly, his chest heaving violently.

Is it over, I've listened to the New Year's bells, I'm 14 years old, and I've lived enough.

With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes peacefully, he didn't want to be like the girl who had fallen under his gun before, and he didn't need someone to close his eyes for him.

In a few days, the companions may be able to settle down the block, and this will be considered home.

Perhaps, this is also a good ending.

Suddenly, the surroundings quieted down, and the rain of bullets stopped instantly.

Countless enemies scrambled out of the ruins from all corners of the ruins, dropping their guns and fleeing frantically.

"Our people are coming?" so soon, don't you have to die, the young warrior opened his eyes blankly.

"No, it's their people. The captain rushed forward and lifted the wounded and fallen young soldier on his shoulder, and began to flee frantically, but the direction of escape was the way he came.

"As I said, none of the nine of us should be missing!" the captain roared as he ran. From five hundred people at the beginning, to nine people now, he has lost too much.

Listening to the bellows-like breathing of the captain, the young soldier burst into tears.

Put it down, it's 14 years old, and you've lived enough.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blowing overhead.

The young warrior, who was lying on the broad back of the captain, looked up blankly.

"Whoa", "Whoa", bursts of high-pitched howls came from the empty sky.

The nightmare in my memory resurfaced, it was the sound of the Banshee fighter launching, only this time it was much denser than the last time, I don't know how many came.

The Banshee Fighter is not only optically invisible in the fuselage, but also unable to detect even radiation glasses, and is lifeless when flying, making it a ghost-like presence on the battlefield. But the cluster missile on board has a terrible howl, sounding like a real banshee's extremely miserable, never-ending howl. Not only that, but the Banshee Fighter also fires sonic weapons non-stop, like a real Banshee using the power generated by a mournful wail on the battlefield to attack the enemy, and the creepy evil screams can be heard from miles away, like the legendary Banshee performing evil and terrifying rituals.

Accompanied by the screams of evil and the terrible screams of humans, pieces of sky-high flames lit up in the position ahead, powerful firepower that had never been seen before, and circles of powerful annular shockwaves visible to the naked eye violently tore the earth, turning any creature within its explosion range into flying ashes, and the infinite heat wave that set off blew away the dense fog, burning everything, and even breaking through the sky, allowing him to see the night sky for the first time in his life.

In the night sky, there are faint stars, and the huge space stations that are full of planetary orbits finally show their true faces.

Above the firelight, faintly.

The ladder to the sky, across the sky, I don't know how long it is.

The flying ship is as numerous as the stars, and I don't know how many there are.

The floating city, covering the moon and the sun, does not know its size.

There is such great power, why fight so much.

The shockwave came instantly, and the young warrior who was bleeding and flying away from the captain's back looked serene, surprisingly without any sense of fear.

They didn't lie to me, the starry sky was really beautiful.

Then the whole world became a sea of fire.