Since it is by the sea, the dinner is naturally a priority for grilled fish. A few of us gathered around the campfire, and many of the fish were brought from the sea, and they were first placed in the sea, with sticks stuck at one end of the net. The fish kept hitting the net, trying to break it, but it was in vain, and it only caused countless waves.

The fish pierced by the sticks made a "popping" sound under the smoke of the bonfire, and I kept turning the sticks to make the fish evenly heated. As I turned around, the frame of the bonfire in front of me gradually blurred, and I no longer saw the exuberant flames against the background of the night, but a monotonous picture of black, white, and red, with blurred boundaries.

"Hey, Trode, your fish will be charred if you roast it again."

My body twitched, and then I came back to my senses, and the grilled fish in front of me was already a little blackened, and Roy next to me was looking at me with a smirk.

"What's the matter, if you don't eat it, you can give it to me." Roy stuck his head a little closer.

"Whoever wants to give it to you, go back quickly." I managed to push his head back and savor my deliciousness. A light salty flavor can't hide the flavor of the fish, and it is a delicate balance when combined with it, except for the fact that I grilled it a little too much, everything else is very good.

Roy and I were messing around with the grilled fish, and in the blink of an eye, dinner time was over. During this time, although I talked and laughed with them, there was a knot in my heart that could not be untied, so I did not feel very happy. Those smiles are more appropriate so that they don't worry about me and can enjoy this happy time to the fullest.

After the hustle and bustle, I walked alone on the beach, enjoying the pleasant sea breeze. Looking up, the bright moon in the sky was gradually obscured by clouds, and I could only see a general shape, from which a hazy moonlight was revealed, and I looked at the moon, but I was unconsciously fascinated.

"What are you thinking?" I was woken up by Vincent, who was already standing beside me when I wasn't looking, and it seemed that I was too engrossed.

I smiled faintly, "Actually, it's nothing, if you want to say it, it's him." "I threw out the Ruger P08 pinned to my waist, and the black body of the gun, which was very charming in the moonlight, cut an arc through the air and fell to the beach.

"What are you going to do?" Vincent pounced on P08 on the beach, quickly picked up P08, quickly brushed the sand off it with his hand, and then blew several times at the trigger.

"Such a delicate good thing, you actually threw it on the sand, and you were not afraid of getting stuck in the sand? Do you have sand in your head? Vincent questioned me with a look of surprise.

I crouched down and looked at the sand and said, "I'm not afraid of him getting stuck now, I'm afraid of myself getting stuck." ”

"What do you say? I do not quite understand. He crouched down beside me and stared at me blankly.

"I'm afraid I hold it, but I can't press the trigger." I looked at his puzzled expression, let out a long sigh, and said, "I'm the commander now, I just need to command my crew to attack the enemy, I don't have to do it myself." But if one day, if I take this and aim at a living person, I doubt I'll be able to pull my trigger. ”

When Vincent heard this, his face was embarrassed, and he said lightly: "Not everyone has this courage, no, it may not be appropriate to say that the matter of taking someone else's life is courage, and it should be more appropriate to say that it is determination." ”

"Determination? With something like that, can you ruthlessly take the lives of others? Have you not had a trace of remorse in your heart for murder? I almost shouted it.

Silence, after I said that, Vincent and I both fell silent. I wonder if I said the wrong thing, just as I was thinking about how to break the deadlock.

Vincent looked at the moon in the sky and said lightly: "If you don't do it, he will kill you." What he said was extremely incommensurate with his expression.

"So what, since I've been on the battlefield, I've never been afraid of death." I said firmly, I looked at him, but he was unmoved.

He slowly spat out a sentence: "So, what if you fall?" ”

Before I could answer him, he continued: "Of course you won't be good. You will get the honor you deserve, and you will get more honor than you did in life. Vincent turned his face and continued with a serious expression: "But don't forget, if they defeat you and defeat us, they will trample on our homeland and destroy yours and what we cherish and protect. ”

He stood up, looked north, which was our "home", and said word by word in a firm tone: "If one day, someone dares to invade my homeland, I will protect him with my life." ”

I looked up at him, and the moon had come out of behind the clouds at some point, and its dazzling light was behind Vincent, and the appearance of Vincent in the background at that moment also stunned me.

"Who the hell are you?" I subconsciously asked gently, my line of sight Chinese Sente seemed to have changed, what it was, I don't know.

"I'm me, you're so dizzy." He leaned down, put his arms around me, and whispered in my ear, "Don't think so much, just relax now, relax!" ”

As he said the last word, he suddenly pulled me up, because it was so sudden, that I almost fell, and then pulled me and ran towards a reef in the distance.

"It should be nice to see the moon from there," he said, shaking something in his hand—a steel kettle glittering in the moonlight. "I've got something good from Nattell."

That's when I came back to my senses, looked at the reef and said, "Wait, that rock isn't the one from this afternoon."

Before I could finish speaking, Vincent interrupted: "If you keep talking, I'm going to flatten you." Now, shut your mouth and follow me. He grabbed my arm and ran forward, seemingly not even thinking of giving me a chance to refute.

I was so drunk that night, and as for Vincent, it should be about the same. As for how I returned to the assembly area, I don't know anything.

The next morning, when asked what we had done last night, we looked at each other, laughed, and replied in unison, "Forget!" ”