"Our team members have been missing for a week and we are not sure if they are alive, but we must do our best to search for ......"

At 7 o'clock news, the night has shrouded the earth, in the streets and alleys of the war, the former cannonballs have torn apart the quiet and peaceful night sky, the happy people have long become a corpse with horizontal and vertical corpses, the footsteps of military boots are far away, but all the unknown haze is once again shrouded in the former city of hope.

The fierce bullets turned into smoke, and the sky above the fragments of ruins was oppressive black, unreachable white. The wreckage that straddled randomly across the city caught fire, billowing black smoke drifting overhead,

Curled up as much as he could seek shelter from the eaves, his slightly trembling hands caressing his face. She leaned against the concrete wall, her left hand clutching a small-caliber pistol, the iron-black muzzle facing out of the pitch-black door, one leg lazily lying flat on the cold ground.

His eyes wandered and he looked at the photo not far away.

The light went out suddenly, and a gust of wind disrupted her long-standing thoughts, slowly moving her uncompetitive body, taking a deep breath, and her blazing heart was completely extinguished as if it had been splashed with a basin of cold water. Alone in this broken wall, she began to wait quietly for the opportunity that death gave her.

The starry camouflage coat had been stained with the blood of the enemy or herself, and the information terminal was thrown into a mess like garbage on the cold, hateful ground, how much she wanted a cigarette to refresh herself, but what was the use of being paralyzed for a short time?

"Ahem...... Ahem! ”

The saliva that came out of his mouth flew everywhere, and at the same time, there was a little blood.

“… Let's go... Everything is gone... Uh-huh! ”

Scratching at his hair almost in a frenzied manner, his legs limply kicking the diluting air. The Chinese flag on the shoulders became dull in color, but still vibrant......

“People’s Libe

atio

A

my" 『People's Liberation Army』

The color of the Velcro will slowly fade in the wind and madness, and the obvious Velcro on the combat vest will be blown away by the wind with time. But she knows that this team is not going away, but getting stronger.

"Squad Leader Wu... Monitor... Monitor! ”

She is always fighting against fate, she doesn't dare and doesn't want to bow her head, but in the end she also wants to become a monument, admired and remembered by future generations, but she doesn't want to be like this, she wants to live, intact is to go back to see the squad leader, nothing more than to tell her:

"I'm still alive...... I'm still alive......"

On an old table covered with sand, there was a doll that looked cute, but her expression, a smile that should have brought people warmth and happiness, matched with her blood-red eyes to mock the Chinese soldier who was against fate.

Everyone laughed at her......

"This is your courage as a Chinese soldier?"

She looked at the walls around her that were covered with all kinds of paintings, no matter how bright the colors were, in the dark environment, they would eventually be swallowed up, becoming memories of the day, and reluctance in the night.

The dim light bulb began to flicker involuntarily, as if it were like a trance star in the night.

"Lost man—"

Everyone who gets lost in the mountains will look up at the sky from time to time, and when they look at the sky and find that it is pitch black, the young people who are full of confidence in life will cry, the middle-aged people who can see the society clearly will fade out of people's field of vision forever with the passage of their lives, and the complaining old people will can't help but abuse, and then they will hug their heads and cry like young people.

Because they don't want to die......

But when they looked at the child, two jewel-like eyes twinkled in the night like the stars of the past, and waved their little hands, and from time to time they said:

"Hope...... Hopeful"

Tremblingly, she took out a lighter with a novel design from her pocket, and the Chinese on it seemed to add a little vitality in the quiet to death air...... The darkness disrupted the concentration and disturbed the good thoughts, and only the faint light of the lighter-made fire remained.

Even so, the fire of a lighter, or any kind of fire, can bring warmth and hope to people.

She put down the lighter, and the flames went with it, and she raised her hand to observe the chaotic lifelines, the skin worn by the long lifting of the gun, and the clueless touch of the hand in the dark night, and soon, the warmless pistol touched her hand again.

She hesitated for a moment and made a difficult decision in the darkness......

"Goodbye ......"

She raised her pistol and pointed it to her jaw with the cold muzzle, she closed her eyes, then pulled the trigger, and in a split second...... There were no bullets, no blood, and no gunshot that shook the sky and the earth.

It was a short, click.

It's not that some people don't want to choose despair, it's that some people have to choose hope, and she continues to paralyze there, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, and she chooses to let time end it all.

Recalling those few seconds, it seems that a person's birth and growth are all played at 10 times faster speed like a movie, and the military, those partners who no longer exist, comrades-in-arms, and bedridden old mothers at home, everything is reproduced in my mind as if I am playing a movie.

“… Cough... Uh-a-hem..."

The cough was getting worse and worse, and his eyes were slowly relaxing, and the hand that should have been holding the pistol began to relax at some point. The facial expression changed from serious, to ordinary, to lifeless, as if he was about to die.

He's dead! She suddenly became serious again, clutching the pistol tightly and exerting all her strength. But she never dared to face the picture of her old squad leader being shot and killed. She was heartily unforgettable, and several mouths snapped in the face.

"Fuck you! Bastard! ”

A black shadow was in front of the door, and suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the ears of the little white pigeon, she quickly crawled over, and for a while she cried loudly, trying to hug the black shadow tightly, and for a while, tears and snot flowed out like a river, she knelt on the ground, her arms were on the chair, and her eyes that should have been jewels were filled with tears, confiding in others, injustice, anger, and sorrow.

She roared and roared at the darkness of nothingness, only the dark shadow behind her.

The doll fell to the ground at some point, and its red eyes rolled on the black ground, rolling wantonly.

"Don't go... Stay... Stay with me... Uh-huh, ahh......hh

She picked up the pistol and slammed it to the ground, for a moment, only the wind and the moonlight could read her mood, she smashed the pistol so hard that her knees quickly became painful, and then, a cold stimulus made her shiver, she cried, and then choked continuously.

A little girl was crying and wailing alone in the moonlight, she had never lost to anyone, after all, she had lost to herself, but she was not reconciled, she was unwilling to die like this, and she was living in a broken house like this......

Slowly, little by little, she stood up, her trembling legs struggling to move, holding her arm with one hand and holding a pistol with the other, and walked forward with difficulty.

The cold wind howled, in the moonlight, slowly recovered, and soon, the nerves that had been paralyzed were revived, and that place was depressed after all.

She blinked, wiped her tears with her dirty little hands, and struggled to move forward in the uninhabited ceasefire zone. The collapsed building, the corpses all around, the silent pleas for help and the vicious eyes from the ruins, she knew she was not safe.

She began to face the cold bravely, not only bravely, but with resolute eyes and actions to defeat the difficulties, even if she cried, tired, and crazy, she had to stand hard, she paused, her right hand clenched the gun again, her left hand clenched her fist again, sorted out the ends of her hair slightly, sorted out the carrying gear and velcro, and pasted it again in a chic manner

“People’s Libe

atio

A

my”

Velcro with the words, raised the pistol in her hand to withdraw the magazine, filling in the last bullet, although the smell of copper permeated her nose, but she turned this smell into motivation, because only by destroying the enemy, she could complete her mission, shoulder the responsibility, she looked behind her, stood under the dark night sky, waved goodbye to the slum in the baptism of the wind.

"Goodbye...... This last bullet, leave it to me."

The cold words were like a sharp sword, cutting off the past and the present, she glanced at the ruined houses and collapsed small buildings around her, snorted softly, lowered her body and tied her shoes.

"I'm going to ...... Would go home ......."

She began to walk forward quickly, she didn't care about anything, she just strode forward.

Lost in the streets and alleys for a while, she began to jog along the road, brisk pace against the wind, her eyes looked ahead, she straightened her collar a little, continued to trot forward, adjusted her breathing, and saw an abandoned armored car not far away.

The rising sun illuminated the pool of bright red blood, and a burnt smell spread around her.

Slowly approaching the past, he took out his flashlight from his carrying gear, opened and closed the armored car four times in a row, and then took out his pistol, slowed down, kept his eyes on his surroundings, the wind suddenly slowed down, the air seemed to become solidified, and the wreckage smelled of charcoal and copper was singing a sad song of death.

The old 80's steel helmet was littered with messy scratches, and the blood pooled on the cold road dried up, becoming a nameless mark on this road of death.

The little white pigeon looked around and found that there was no symbol of the People's Liberation Army, only a few Allied flags that were about to be burned clean, and she patted the disciple on the top and picked it up with trembling hands.

"Rest in peace...... May there be no war in the world......"

She tidied up the velcro and placed it under the 80 steel helmet. Slow down and walk to the other side.

A corpse leaning against the armor of the armored car, already cold, but did not have time for the monk's eyes, held the photo of his lover and child tightly in his hand.

His eyes were forever staring at the warm picture, his cold hands never let go, his lips were closed, and his haggard face showed an iron-hearted despair, beside him, yes

his

"Lover"

An assault rifle, the little white pigeon looked at it, walked over quietly, and then slowly squatted down, picked up the assault rifle, and checked it.

The "North China Military Industry" at the bottom of the magazine was particularly conspicuous, and when he pulled out the magazine and checked the bullets inside, it was obvious that this was the unit that had been abandoned here.

The strange thing is that the bullets are very complete, thirty rounds are no more and no less, pick up the assault rifle again, insert it into the magazine, pick up the gun and check the trigger, safety and receiver, all without any problems.

Although it seems to be a little old, it will not end up like this at all when fighting with it, and the little white pigeon suddenly shook its body.

"Can't get out!" She quickly examined the corpse's chest, neck, and abdomen, and there was no sign of a bullet at all, but it was cold, and he looked like he had died here completely from a collapse.

Go to pieces? He's already out, why collapsed? This kind of question suddenly appeared in his mind, he had a gun, and even his carrying gear was clean, this was not a scout, she could be sure that this was not a scout, even if it was a scout, what kind of enemy could make him die so ugly.

She thought about it for a moment, this was not killed by the enemy, but froze to death, he did not receive the order to retreat, so he stayed here forever, there were footprints nearby, but always around here, it seemed, his heart was also struggling.

There is a magazine in the carrying gear, the magazine is intact, there are only some scratches, as if they have been in battle, but the scratches are exceptionally neat, why is this?

"Tattoos similar to the Amerika Army? Scratch marks are used to recover the remains of allies after death? But what kind of logic is this? The magazine is thrown away when it is finished, so what is the use of marking these lines on this side. She shook her head and stroked the surface of the magazine. It's not much of a difference, except for the scratches, it's not a big deal. But the more he touched it, the more familiar it became, which aroused some of her memories, there were special braille on the yuan, and these just corresponded to the braille of the "20 yuan" yuan. It's strange, 20, what does it mean in particular? Whole tens, number - 20

"The footprints just now, roughly counted, maybe 20...... But maybe more or less, but always, between 15 and 25......" She continued to look at the footprints, and soon followed her, she shook her head, and the footprints were regular...... A picture appeared in her mind

A big, left-facing arrow. She picked up her assault rifle and strode towards the arrow in her head, before that, she had only taken the bullets, not the magazine.

Walking into the alley, a house full of small lights will appear, and as soon as you walk in, several large Chinese characters are very eye-catching on the wall.

"The envelope behind you......" she turned, a quaint table with cobwebs in the corners, and only a white envelope on the table, which she opened to a yellowed piece of homework paper with only about 200 words on it.

"I believe in peace, I believe in humanity, I can only help you get here, soldier, or survivor"

"If, at such times, you do not have this epistle, you may still be confused"

"I will stick to my post, I will not take a step back without orders"

"Remember to move forward, but there will be many people with bad intentions, ignore them"

"Believe in yourself and get out there, if you see this letter, I may be dead, but remember, don't look back, I'm looking at you...... Don't look back...... Take the gun away, leave the magazine, please......"

She picked only the important ones, then turned to look at the vague corpse.

"Soldier little white dove, salute you!" She turned around and ran to the door without hesitation, a breath of fresh air came to her face, and then, the cry of birds, sporadic gunfire rang out, she crossed the assault rifle, adjusted it to fully automatic mode, and ran quickly with the muzzle downward, in the run, sweat was like rain, and the cough was louder, but it couldn't stop her footsteps, and the flag on her shoulder suddenly became bright and dazzling.

As she stepped swiftly across the land of death, she mustered up all her strength and rushed headlong into the alley......