I have always felt that the mirage is the palm of a giant, turning clouds and rain, and stirring sentient beings.

Some people think they have seen through a mirage and have received a revelation from the heavens. For example, in the past, the astronomical diviners in the court were such a group of people, holding royal fortunes, doing the work of hiding from the sky and the sea, ignoring the mirage, and simply treating it as a natural phenomenon, thinking that it could not affect the world or human life, which is completely wrong.

Whether the mirage is an idealist science or a materialist science, there is no definite conclusion in the world.

Both capitalist and socialist countries pursue both isms at the same time. We are not scientists, nor philosophers, but charlatans, and there is no need to analyze these rules and regulations in depth. The best way to deal with it is to use the theory that suits us, just as we now admit that the mirage exists, and that it has the power of a djinn that sweeps away both warring parties.

"So, Mr. Long, let me ask you, you have witnessed all this, can you analyze what we should do next?" Snow Bodhisattva asked.

I've been puzzled by the fact that the mirage swallowed hundreds of people, so I haven't calmed down to think about what to do next. Snow Bodhisattva's words reminded me that this small episode was not the key to the progress of the big thing.

What's the big deal? The most important thing at the moment is to solve the crisis of the anti-thief pit. Regardless of whether the general returns on time or not, I must rush to the anti-thief pit instead of passively waiting for the Yellow Flower Society to solve this matter.

"Thanks for the reminder." I say.

Interludes are just interludes and cannot influence the mainstream. Just like now, even if all the people in Luopan Village die, it will not affect the overall situation of the Yellow Flower Society. People like generals only care about the final result, not the process. As the ancients said, one will make ten thousand bones wither.

"Stay here and watch what happens. Someone like you, born to be there for the big picture, can only play your part in a big war. Snow Bodhisattva said.

"What is the Great War?" I asked.

The Snow Bodhisattva didn't answer directly, but shook his head: "You're tired, maybe you can lie down and sleep for a while, and then think about those complicated issues." ”

After listening to her words, I suddenly felt drowsy, yawned uncontrollably three times in a row, and my eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and I couldn't support them anymore.

"Sleep, even if you are an iron beater, you need to rest." Snow Bodhisattva said slowly.

I closed my eyes, and sleepiness was like a heavy night, silently drowning me.

I had a dream in which I entered a mirage with the Lance Girl, and all I could see was the terrible slaughter, and all I could hear was the people of Compass Village crying.

I can't do anything because it's in a dream, and I can't save anyone, and I can't undo any loss

At the moment, I am in the center of the mirage, surrounded by light, and all kinds of scenery are extremely strange, as if a strange fantasy movie is playing. The people on the screen are fighting, and the people of the compass village under the screen are killed, and the two seem to have some kind of strange synchronization.

I felt as if I had become the besieged, light-armored general, and it was not the spearwoman who was slashed in the back, but someone else.

"Who's that guy?" I asked myself silently, but I didn't get an answer.

I know that that person will not be Meng Qiao, because Meng Qiao has been a strong girl since she was a child, she never needs the support of others, she can take care of everything by herself and be independent.

Maybe she's Ming Shuixiu or Gu Tingcheng - I think of the two most unique people in my memory.

Of course, in a series of emergencies, I have seen many people in the Yellow Flower Club, all of whom are maverick girls, all of whom have their own advantages, and even including the spear girl who has just met, is also one in a million. It's just that these people are not in my dreams.

Dreams are manifestations of the subconscious, and I didn't dream of them, or I didn't think of them, because they were a very small percentage of my mind.

In the mirage, I heard a voice, a cry of pathos, as if a man with an incomparably great grievance in his heart was questioning the heavens, the universe. Only people who have really experienced unfair treatment, who are deeply traumatized and cannot be suppressed, will make such a voice.

The famous anti-gold general in history, when he was killed in the Storm Pavilion, once issued such an immortal question, but the answer he got was only three words: "unnecessary".

I looked up because I felt the voice coming from heaven. The sky was dark, the night was confused, and I could only see the illusory light and shadow of the mirage, but I could not get the real revelation.

"Who's shouting? Who's shouting? I shouted.

The voice flickered far and near, left and right, unpredictable and unpredictable.

It was in a dream, and I knew very well that if I went back to the mountains, I might not be able to feel that way. The subconscious mind and sixth sense are elusive things that appear or don't have subjective control.

"Right there, danger is coming, real danger is coming." I heard the frightened cries of the spearmaid.

She took my hand, and I could feel it, her fingers were cold, as if she had been terrified.

"Where does the danger come from?" I asked.

She pointed to the top of the mirage at its brightest, where the light shifted rapidly, like a laser show on stage.

"This is there, the birthplace of all evil." The spearwoman replied.

"Okay, I'll take you out." I say.

The spearmaid shook her head: "This is a whirlpool of nightmares, and it is impossible for anyone who comes here to escape." You leave me alone, it's my destiny, it's nothing to do with anyone else. ”

She shook off my hand abruptly and strode over to where the light had come from.

I called her name, but she refused to move forward, ignoring me.

The lights and shadows suddenly rushed in this direction, enveloping the spearmaid. Her body immediately became bizarre, as if it was about to be disintegrated by the light and shadow and become a part of the light and shadow.

I called her name again, and she turned around and waved at me.

I couldn't see her face clearly, probably because it had been broken down into various rays and beams.

"Go back and tell everyone that the great tribulation is coming, and everything will be swallowed up...... Dunhuang and Mogao Grottoes...... That's the beginning. Tell everyone to run away if you can......

Her voice became strange, neither female nor male, interspersed with the humming of radio waves.

I took a few steps forward, trying to reach out and pull her out of the shadow, but the shadow quickly retreated, holding the spearwoman away from my fingertips.

"You tell the general, tell the snow bodhisattva...... It's not something that can be decided by man, it's providential...... Heaven's will. The Snow Bodhisattva never made a mistake, but it was a huge mistake to come to Dunhuang. This is the place of death, and no one is immune......" The spearwoman's voice came intermittently. By the end, it was almost unhearable.

The killing continued all around, and I saw six Russians punching, kicking, and stabbing in their hands, killing more than a dozen people from the Compass Village in an instant.

The mirage poses great dangers, but these people ignore it and make killing the most important thing.

You must know that the power of nature is like a deep sea frenzy, once it happens, everyone will not even have a chance to escape, and they will suffer from extinction in an instant.

Just like now, the mirage has covered the entire hillside, and everyone is shrouded in light, so no one can escape the fate of being swept away.

"What now?" I asked myself.

This is not a simple question, on the surface, I want to escape from the mirage, and think more far-reaching, but it is a big problem of how to save the Dunhuang crisis.

It is even said that at present, we should think about the future fate of mankind, rather than personal life and death. With great power comes great responsibility, and those who awaken first should wake up those who are asleep, or pave a way out for everyone in advance.

Meat eaters despise and fail to plan far.

I believe that the Yellow Flower Society is the meat eaters, who think more about the interests of the United States of America, and stand for the Pentagon's ambitions, in a vain attempt to conquer all mankind in the world and turn the earth into a huge colony of Americans. Such a person is not worth talking about ideals and responsibilities, just as the United States has never shouldered the responsibility of a great power in the United Nations.

Careful analysis shows that the Yellow Flower Club has been reduced to a political tool, rather than a simple Jianghu sect, and the identities of generals and others are more like state agents than heroes. At critical moments, they will put the national interests of the United States first, and they will rather sacrifice everyone than protect the United States.

As the President of the United States often says on his lips - "God bless America." ”

They regard the United States as the pride of the heavens, believing that even if they face no matter how great natural and man-made disasters they face, they will still have the strength to help them maintain state power, and they will always exist and be strong.

I stepped back, no longer trying to save the spearmaid, and I didn't dare to think about the battle.

I have to go back alive and tell the Snow Bodhisattva and many more people about the bad news. This is not the act of a coward, but a hero on another level. The hero is nameless, as long as the crisis can be resolved, there is no need for the world to remember him. Luckily, I quickly exited the mirage and stood on the edge of light and shadow.

The battle was in full swing, and everyone didn't care about my existence, even ignoring the existence of the mirage.

This is a very sad thing, and once the fighting begins, the warring parties forget what exactly they are fighting for. In fact, this is also the root of human inferiority, long in action and lack of thinking.

Although there are already famous aphorisms in the Analects, such as "if you think without learning, you will perish, and if you learn without thinking, you will be reckless", and there is also the truth that "if you are sensitive to action and not at what you say", these people in front of you may not have read the Analects, let alone understand the profound meaning contained in these aphorisms. Therefore, as soon as they received the order of the spearmaid, they had only one thing in their hearts, and that was to fight, and they were proud of dying on the battlefield, completely despising their own lives and those of the enemy, let alone thinking of the responsibility of their family and country.