In March 2112, Sydney fell, and Luo Lian's army was fully stationed in the devastated city. The surviving people roam the streets, catching pigeons and rats to feed themselves, or breaking into supermarkets and plundering what little resources they have left.

This is Frost's wishful thinking, he just saw someone write something in a small notebook, and imagined that it was him, and he would write it down like this.

He never thought that he would be like this, helping others fight and collect money in his hometown, and when he participated in military training later, he didn't think about the true face of war. He thought he could understand the nightmares of those gray-haired veterans waking up at night, the so-called shadow of war, and he thought that the psychiatrist was just a superfluous burden.

It wasn't until he realized it that he realized that there were many things in this world that could not be described in words alone.

With his heavy rifle on his back, Frost stepped on the dusty floor, and the power-off supermarket was dim, with only the light and warmth of the rising fire. He was indeed so tired, his eyelids and limbs were a little heavy, and his abdomen was as empty as if his internal organs were gone. He hadn't slept well in the recent battle, let alone rested and fed.

He should sit by the fire and get a good rest, even if he can't sleep......

"Frost, here," called Yunakin, little notebook and pen in hand, "everyone is coming back." It's not big here, and you can't hide from people. ”

Frost didn't believe that after they killed the defenders in the church, there would be people in Sydney who wanted to have something to do with Southern Union. He sat down facing the fire, unloaded his gun and equipment, and collapsed in a relaxed position.

The pot on the campfire was steaming, and the stainless steel lid was shaking.

Frost inadvertently landed on Unakin's little notebook, and these small actions always attract the attention of others, especially when others have nothing to do.

"It's a diary," said Yunakin, pulling a half-cut cigar from his jacket pocket and leaning it around the campfire, "and I'm in the habit of writing down everything that happened, what I witnessed and experienced." Oh, my brother, this is war, and writing it down is a treasure for posterity, and when it becomes history today, this stack of paper is a relic. ”

Freightt nodded, in fact he thought that the diary would better reflect the psychology of a paranoid soldier than the objective facts of history. If he were to go to court in the future, he would not be stupid enough to write down the testimony needed for these convictions, and it would be best to accept them in silence.

Unakin picked up the half of the cigar and took a deep breath, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Believe me, Frost, when we've punished these Antarctic fools, we'll hit the frozen ground. We will trample on their people, ravage their lands, plant the banner of Roxatism under the frozen hollows. There is no escape from them, and in the past only countries that followed the tide of history survived, and now we must turn into this great wave and weed out those heresies that are very different. ”

Frost listened quietly, looking at Unakin's burning eyes, and felt helpless inexplicably. He was mentally depressed, he had long been overwhelmed, and he was completely different from the Master Chief. They are the kind of people who are excited by the killing, cheer because of the victory, and must have hope in the midst of despair, because behind them stands the country and the future, and they will not be allowed to fail.

And he didn't understand why he was going headlong into the mire, and now he was praying that he would survive. Who doesn't want to live? The moment you pull the trigger, you are only creating your own chance of survival by plundering the lives of others. Of course, who thinks so much when fighting, most of the feelings and complex thoughts are frozen, and all that remains is the strong emotions that stimulate the instinct, and a little memory of the battle.

He looked back and sighed.

"Frost, I have a gut feeling, man, you're going to make it to the end. "Your life is hard, and I will die before you, oh, what a gift from heaven." ”

In Frost's opinion, perhaps it was a punishment for him, and a happy death was a good choice. However, Frost didn't have the courage to end himself on his own, he would rather live like this day at a time.

"At that point, I mean, if I'm really dead, take this journal. "If you make it back alive, read it to the children, to the school boys, so that history can be passed on." However, when you read about your glorious deeds, read them out loud and don't be shy. ”

Frost smiled bitterly, facing the eyes of this murderer and the pair of blood-stained hands, he didn't have the face to go back. No matter how much it is whitewashed, no matter how it is justified, the annihilation of humanity at the moment of murder is real.

Unakin tossed the cigarette butt into the campfire and watched it burn.

"Hey, Master Chief, is the beef stew?" three Luo Lian soldiers walked towards them, they were members of the ATEF who had gone with them to "patrol" this time, "I'm waiting, it's really torture to search such a big place hungry." ”

"If you don't say it, I forgot it, and you don't talk nonsense, there are only ghosts in Nanlian in this place, and there are no people from Nanlian. Yunakin smiled, "Frost, put away your compressed biscuits and keep them for later......!

"Frost, I've never heard you mention ......," said one of the three comrades, sitting down.

"Isn't this just about to be introduced, anyway, everyone will not see the battlefield in front of the camp. ”

"Wait, I have the impression," said another, younger, who seemed to be only a year or two older than Frost, glancing at the accessories he usually wore on his body, "and he seemed to have been following us all the time when he was on College Street." ”

"Who taught you to be so self-righteous?" said Yunakin unhappily, "You think it's great to be in the middle of a large army and rush forward? Not only courage, but also his wisdom and consciousness are examples for you to learn, otherwise do you think you can survive on this hellish battlefield by recklessness alone?"

"I apologize, sir. ”

"It's useless to tell me, you say it yourself to Frost. ”

Frost was silent, but picked up the bowl and served the boiled beef to the three comrades. The food in this pot was naturally much better than the dry military rations, but he didn't have much appetite either. Food may fill the stomach, but it cannot fill the soul eroded by war.

"Well, he doesn't care much," Yunakin shrugged, "Frost is a silent guy, so if he doesn't forgive you...... God knows what he'll do, huh. ”

"You're really enjoying it. The gentle voice of the artificial intelligence suddenly plugged into the communicator, interrupting their conversation.

"yes, it feels awesome. ”

"Then please return to the garrison camp after you have enjoyed it, you have a new mission. ”

"Well, soon. Yunakin said.