In the short term, a country's choices can always affect a large number of people.

But the choices of a large number of people do not always affect a country in the short term.

Faced with this reality, individuals have a personal choice.

"I think I chose an extremely selfish way of resisting," lying on the hospital bed, Chen Tongbai calmly told the woman sitting next to his bed, "I don't complain to anyone, and I know that I probably don't have the right to complain." ”

"What nonsense, one of the most basic rights that the state can give to the people is the right to speak."

"So, did you come to listen to me as part of the state apparatus?"

"To be honest, no, this is the same as saving you back, it's all my own, a selfish choice of the same nature as your choice to be a mercenary."

"Because of the words in the 171st Combined Infantry Division, I still remember it, teacher, teacher," Chen Tongbai moved his head with a smile, and looked at the woman sitting on the side of his bed with his neck sideways, "The real opportunity to make a soldier's soul fall is not how many people kill, but whether they will save the people they can save, so did you save me?" ”

"Probably, what do you think of the current situation, my selfish idea of not wanting to burden my heart more has saved you." The woman who was made a teacher by Chen Tongbai touched the scalp that had just grown a layer of silver stubble.

"If you save it, you will save it, thank you, teacher," Chen Tongbai raised his hand with some effort and waved, "I just didn't expect that less than three years later, the teacher has already become prosthetic." ”

"Unlike you, for me, the choice of whether to abandon a part of my body is to obey another choice."

"Does the teacher still hold the belief that the red dragon is accustomed to?" Chen Tongbai was silent for a moment.

"The borders are gone, the names of the countries are gone, but narrow nationalism will probably not disappear for a long time, because if it is not narrow, there will be no concept of nation, the red dragon is still the red dragon, although I may not be me, but what is the difference, this is also my choice."

“。。。。。。。。。。。 So, what did the teacher come to this rainforest for? Chen Tongbai looked at the face that mixed passive ferocity and active pathos, and he also dimmed for a while before he used such a question to provoke the conversation again.

"For lithium, this is crucial for the construction of Xuanyuan Roof, not for the sake of nanotherapy, I don't know if my honest answer satisfies you?"

"I knew, maybe that's enough, can you tell me more, teacher?"

After more than 40 minutes passed, Chen Tongbai's face finally returned to calm after being washed away with joy, shock, and fear:

"Really。。。。。。。。 I didn't expect 。。。。。。。。。。 ”

"That's about it, you, what are you going to do?"

"Continue to live according to your own choice," Chen Tongbai looked at the "teacher" firmly, "I have no power to change anything, after my wife passed away, I am more selfish and don't want to change anything, but I also don't want to blind myself and deaf myself to live alone, I don't want to die, so I will choose to resist in my way, selfishly resist." ”

"It's grown, and when I was in the 171st Division, I really grew up."

"Perhaps."

"So, you know what's going to happen, do you?"

"Yes, I know, teacher." Chen Tongbai nodded.

"It's worthy of me bringing it out, and I can be so calm at this juncture."

"171 There are no bear soldiers, and there are no fools, teacher," Chen Tongbai replied with a smile, "By now, I can figure it out if I think about it with my ass, if those so-called games can really make a person's brain believe that the world simulated by computing is real, then it must be a higher level of technology that can make me have a completely different memory, isn't it?" What's more, Teacher, you just led a team to annihilate 59 of my companions not long ago. ”

"Live well, as the same selfish person, live well, that's all I can do for you."

"That's for sure, I'm grateful, teacher." Chen Tongbai nodded.

"Don't you really plan to live a peaceful life, even if there aren't many days like that, or say...

"No, teacher, now, I want to live more according to my own selfish ideal line, if in the future I can really make economic and commercial institutions become the top institutions, then my struggle is also meaningful, although I may not see it."

"Then, after this time, please," the female soldier with short silver hair stood up and gave a military salute, "live selfishly." ”

"The teacher too, selfish to live." Chen Tongbai lay on the bed and gave a military salute, answering with the practice words of the 171st Combined Infantry Division that year.

The silver-haired female soldier left, and when the door of Chen Tongbai's ward opened again, several "technical medical staff" walked in.

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7 months later, in the desert of the Middle East, the PMC (civilian military enterprise) stationed

"This nickname? Ha, that time he killed a group of bandits in the desert, the captain, that is, the boss, said to celebrate, it was his 500th mission. I've drunk a lot, so I'll say who, you should have a nickname too. As a result, I stared at the moon for a long time, and found that the moon was actually fucking red, like blood, so I said that my name was Blood Moon. It turned out to be funny later, and I didn't even notice that the wound on my forehead was bleeding from the fuck, and who told me to take morphine at the time, I didn't fucking feel it. ”

"But then again, I've been very idle lately, I don't have any tasks, I don't have anything to train you newcomers, and I don't have anything to pass the time。。。。。" Blood Moon lowered her glass and pulled out a cigar with only her ass left and lit it, spewing out a large puff of smoke.

"A few guys are playing a game on the Internet, maybe 。。。。。。。"

"Fuck the game, you see how old I am, and I'm still playing。。。。。。"

"No, that game is said to be different。。。。。。。" The rookie said a lot.

Blood Moon was silent for a long time.

"If it were not what you said, I would send you to the desert of the Middle East to be a she-camel."

"How is that possible?" The rookie snorted and handed Blood Moon a wine bottle.

The mercenary, nicknamed the Blood Moon, took a few sips of wine, and the stimulation of the electronic nerves brought by the specially made prosthetic body made him a little dazed, and he remembered the vague dream------- the moon dripping with blood.

This is the first time he has used that story to coax others, and the blood moon pouted helplessly, has he seen that blood-red moon somewhere, or is it just some kind of psychological hint of his own?

Is it true that there are too many killings and you need to relax? So go play a game?

Thousands of miles away, one of the two heart cities of the Asian Community, a female soldier who had just received an order to report for duty and sent away a childhood friend who had made her extremely unhappy look at the image projected on the ceiling with some distraction------ mercenary in the desert under the moon threw the chip up and down.

Live well, live selfishly, thinking of this, the silver-haired female warrior turned off the projection irritably, turned sideways and prick herself again, she curled up on the chaise longue, like a trembling wolf, murmuring in a low voice.

In the desert base, the mercenary Blood Moon also lay down, curled up and muttered, and in his dreams, the moon became bright again, as if it could drip blood.