"It's really, unbelievable, isn't it?"

On the wall of the greenhouse, Johnson stared at the distant radio tower in a trance, staring at the figure singing facing the wind and snow on the screen on the tower.

For a long time, an equally trance-like smile was revealed.

It's almost like a feat, no, maybe it should be said, it's a feat.

Because it awakens people's hearts of rebellion.

Obviously, there is no doubt that this inexplicable and sudden concert conveyed a spirit that is almost incomprehensible to the people of this era in an unimaginable way.

That is the madness necessary for human beings to survive and continue, and that is the beastly nature that is hidden in their blood.

They have never been kept on the ground, and they should not sit idly by.

And what is it like to be a soldier who is supposed to be in front of everyone in comparison?

What am I doing?

Johnson thought.

The music still resounded all around, and the colorful light reflected the wind and snow, and in addition to fear, everyone's hearts were filled with a stronger emotion at this moment.

This emotion makes their hearts beat faster, this emotion makes their breath shorter, and this emotion makes them fearless.

So, while some of the people were still staring blankly at the lighthouse, Johnson turned around with his head down.

"John, what are you going to do?" A colleague next to him noticed his movements and asked subconsciously.

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"Save people." Johnson said lightly, raised his hand to straighten his military coat, and walked steadily towards the bottom of the barrier.

We human beings are not a race that watches our compatriots die in the wind and snow and ignore it.

This is the pride engraved in our bones, how can we forget.

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In the snowstorm, looking up at the images on the radio tower, Northford recognized Liz and Yanagihara.

This kept him distracted for a long time, until he came back to his senses in the midst of the song.

"So, is that you?"

He smiled and said to himself.

"Sure enough, it's something you can do."

It's so crazy, yet so grandiose that it's shocking.

Suddenly, Northford remembered the night Yanagihara handed him the lighter.

yes, we still have a lot to do, at least not dead yet······

"Everyone!"

In the snowstorm, the man turned around and straightened his back.

"Gathered again, the men sat on the outermost level, the women and the elderly on the second floor, and the children on the innermost level, and burned everything that could be burned except clothes, food, and oxygen! We must live, we will survive! We're going to conquer this blizzard! ”

"Ahh The men in the camp let out a low roar, and everyone went into action.

They want to live, not for anything else, just because they don't want to die.

This is perhaps the most basic meaning of life, and they want to continue.

This snowy night was undoubtedly cold, but the singing outside continued, and the people in the greenhouse reveled with it, and the people in the ruins supported by it.

It is undeniable that this is also a power, at least it lets them know that there are still people singing in the midst of the snowstorm, or at least it lets them know that there are people in the midst of the snowstorm, just like them, who are still fighting the blizzard.

They haven't retreated yet, so there's no reason for them to give up.

The cold spreads through everyone's body, but people's blood does not subside.

Because this is a battle, everyone has rediscovered this one.

We didn't surrender, we didn't run away, we still fight.

And we're not failing.

"Ahh I don't know who made the first roar.

"Ahh!!hh In the crowd, a roar full of reluctance and anger resounded, welcoming the roar of the storm.

The women sat in the center of the human wall, stretched out their hands and gently hugged their children, responding to those ignorant gazes.

Kid, trust me.

When we survive, we will stand in the direction of the rising sun.

With a pride that cannot be described in words.

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If the storm in the sky had been conscious, it probably never imagined that humans would face it in such a posture.

There was no crishing of pain, no crying of pain, but like a warrior, with a savagery that even it feared.

Sitting in Liz's basement, Al hugging the radio.

Listening to the singing on the radio, she knew that she might never forget this night.

Because she heard a strength that was very different from her weakness.

It is a kind of strength that dares to walk alone in front of everyone and blaze a trail.

It is a kind of strength that dares to break free and then influence others.

This kind of power, it's called Liz.

Her voice made no sense to make everyone boil.

Or maybe it's because people are going to boil.

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"Smack!" A blinding light lit up in the dark streets, shining on the refugee camp.

Perhaps sensing the light, Northford looked up blankly and looked at a figure standing in the snowstorm.

In the light, Johnson stood at the exit of the underground parking lot with a flashlight and a hat, patting the snowflakes on his body.

"Now, please lay down your weapons, take your food, put on your warmest clothes, and take up torches and follow me."

The soldier said this, holding a flashlight in one hand and pressing the brim of his hat with the other.

"I'll take you into the greenhouse."