"No, the front compartment is flooded, and we can't open the hatch, or the entire Red Coral will sink immediately. Lieutenant Colonel Duke shouted at William.

"Tell him that his mission has been canceled, tell them to evacuate quickly, and ask for assistance from the Huaxia Yankees. Lieutenant Colonel Duke followed.

"Sir, what are you talking about? Requesting assistance from Huaxia State? This is our secret nuclear submarine, and if Huaxia Kingdom knows our information, it will leak our secrets. Major Charles reminded nervously.

"Even if we don't leak intelligence, we are no longer able to confront the Huaxia Yankees, they have more powerful biological and chemical weapons, this octopus can easily strangle all our submarines, and the future ocean will be the ocean of Huaxia. Lieutenant Colonel Duke said disheartenedly.

Everyone was silent, although Lieutenant Colonel Duke's words made these arrogant soldiers very unhappy, they have been a superpower for more than a hundred years, they are the most powerful army in the world today, each of their soldiers is a plague god who brings death to the other party, an invincible and invincible army, how have they ever been defeated?

However, the cruel facts now tell them that whether it is in the sky, on land, or in the sea, the country of Huaxia has completely surpassed them, and the future world will be the world of China, and the once great Milican has fallen.

Everyone was silent, as if a stone was pressed in their hearts, and this depression was like one with the predicament at the moment, which deepened the fear in their hearts.

Bob, the technician, took out a photo from his pocket, and there was a little black girl, about three or four years old, with a chubby little mouth, holding a redbud flower in her hand, happily lying in the arms of a black woman.

The little girl's big dark eyes were charming, she smiled happily, and her newly erupted teeth were cute.

Bob looked at the little girl, and the fear in his heart suddenly eased a lot, the woman in the photo was his lover Julie, this cute little girl, was their daughter Vivian.

"Is this your daughter?" asked Cleveland, who was next to him.

"Well, is she cute?" asked Bob.

"Well, it's cute, it's very much like you. Cleveland said with a smile.

"She's going to be four years old soon, I promised to take her to Disney, I promised to take her to see Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, she's very well-behaved, I never lied to her. Bob said, with a hint of sadness in his heart.

"Yes, you will. Cleveland nodded earnestly and comforted.

"I can't swim, and I'm autistic, and the doctor said that I can't stay in a closed environment for a long time, which will increase my mental stress, and I am also afraid to stay in this kind of iron shell, but in order to let my wife and my daughter have a good life, I chose to come to this ghost place to be a soldier, all for them, for life. Bob said, with an undisguised hint of complaint in his tone.

The people around him listened to his complaints, no one blamed him, but sympathized with him, there are many people here, who didn't come for this reason?

If it weren't for the fact that it was not for the sake of getting more commissions and making the family live a better life, who would have survived the long years in this iron coffin?

"When I was in the military academy, I heard our instructor say that the worst way to die is to drown in a submarine, but I don't believe it, I think the worst way to die is to be shot in the head by the enemy's sniper rifle on the battlefield, the bullet passes through the person's head at three times the speed of sound, it will shatter the entire skull, the brain, the eyes, and the flesh and blood are mixed together, and the bullet blows up, leaving only a body, no head, I think that is the worst way to die, even the people closest to you can't recognize you.

Either they were hit by napalm incendiary bombs, burned to death by the fire little by little, and ended their lives in extremely painful screams.

At the time, I laughed at him for being an ignorant guy who only talked on paper, but when he told me that he had escaped death in a submarine accident, I realized that he was not lying, and that the most tragic way to die was not physical destruction, but mental destruction.

More than a hundred people were huddled in a dark iron box, outside was the dead silence of the sea like a cemetery, there was no light in sight, no sound in sight, only each other's heartbeats and tense air spreading.

Everyone knows that no one can save us, not even God.

The sword of Damocles hangs over everyone's head, ready to kill you.

However, you don't know when death will come to kill you, it hovers around you, listens to your heartbeat, feels your nervous breathing, and the feeling of waiting for death is the most painful torment.

He said that being shot in the head by a bullet on the battlefield is the happiest way to die, because you don't have any pain, and before you feel any pain, your head has blossomed, and perhaps, the moment the bullet hits the center of your eyebrows, you have entered heaven and seen God.

In the Bible, those who drown in the dark can only go to hell.

We are a wretched bunch, and we are cursed even when we die...", Lieutenant Damon said with a pessimistic expression.

All of them were silent again, each of them had their own experiences, their own stories, and each of them had their own understanding and interpretation of death.

But when death does come, how many people are not afraid of this terrible fate?

It is true that life is full of ruggedness, ups and downs and pain, but everyone is still happy to continue to struggle in this world, because once you die, it is forever.

Is there a God in this world?

No one knows, and those who know are no longer in the world.

However, with or without God, everyone prefers to believe in their hearts that there is a God who lives in heaven and is hidden in their hearts.

Even if this God is illusory, even if this God never appears, even if some people lose their conscience in the name of God, people still want to have a God in their hearts.

Because with God, there will be heaven, and with God there will be hope.

If there is no hope in life, just waiting for death in loneliness, then what is the meaning of life?

No matter how colorful your thoughts and philosophical imagination you have in your lifetime, no matter how good your writing is, no matter how wonderful your writing is, when you die, all this becomes nothing, you have no mind, no body, no soul, and even your name has become a dispensable symbol.

Who will remember Bob? Who will remember Duke, who will remember Nalan Ruyu, who will remember the leek shell?

Life is fragile and needs a hope to support, and God is the reason for us to live!~

(End of chapter)