When it was dawn, Tian Dahao woke up from his coma. He opened his two heavy eyelids and saw the blue sky with wisps of red light, a few red clouds in the eastern sky, and a red pennant on the skewed well. He didn't dare to move, his head rested on the lap of a dead potter, and on his body lay a heavy corpse, stiff, with a dry stick-like arm reaching straight out of his face, and a bloody knife leaning against his chest and sticking diagonally into the ground in front of him. He smelled a strong smell of blood, his head hurt, he felt something crawling on his face, tickling. He slowly pulled out the hand that was pressed under the corpse, and when he touched his face, he found that there was thick blood crawling on his face, and it was blood flowing slowly. He was startled, he wanted to push away the corpse pressed on him and sit up, but he didn't dare. He didn't know what the miserable world in front of him would become after this night, and he didn't know if his companions were still with him. He didn't know if they were defeated, or if they were won?

There was silence all around, no gunshots, no explosions, no shouts or howls, only the wind blowing tightly and slowly on the black earth, sending a few withered leaves and a few clouds of flying dust to him. The night of fierce battles that exhilarated him, the hustle and bustle of the night that made him forgetful, had faded with the night, and what remained in the sunshine of the new day was death, blood, and ruins, the echo of a nightmare.

The past is history.

He was lying on the dividing line between vanishing history and advancing reality, trying to figure out what was going on. Why did such a tragic war occur in this land adjacent to the ancient Yellow River? Why did he throw himself into this war? Why did he and his companions fall in this graveyard, in a pool of blood? It was a very difficult thought—harder than going into battle shirtless to fight and bleed, and his empty head could not bear such a heavy mission. However, he wants to think, he has to figure it out! He used the brain of a Chinese peasant dressed in kiln clothes, and the oldest and most traditional formula of cause and effect in China, to make difficult deductions, analyses, and judgments about everything that happened in the past 23 days.

He remembered two people, one was Liu Yihua, a reporter from the "Minxin Daily" who had given him "great enlightenment", and the other was a blind fortune teller who had predicted the outcome of the war before the outbreak of the war. Many of the things Liu Yihua said before his death were undoubtedly reasonable, and he was correct in encouraging them to become independent from the banner of Tian Er Ye and Hu Gongye. Fuck me! If they had succeeded in making the independence a success, the outcome might not have been so bad today! Perhaps, the second master and Hu Gongye fanned the flames among the kiln people, and they really had ulterior motives! They want to...... Do you want to ...... I wanted to—but I didn't come up with a reason. The second master and Hu Gongye may have thought about something, but he doesn't know and will never know. What he can know is that Hu Gongye is also fucking finished, and the second master didn't even catch a single dick hair in this war, and they were also defeated! So, on the other hand, if the kiln farmers got rid of these two masters and worked independently, what would they be able to do? Could it be impossible to bow to Dahua Company and Zhang Guixin? Bullshit! Even if you do it independently, this war is inevitable, whoever fucking picks the lead, you have to take this road, you have to carry on the war! That is to say, the kiln people and the two masters have the same idea, the two masters are wise and great, whether the two masters participate in it or not, the outcome of this war will be like this! This may be fate, the people of Tianjiapu are destined to endure such a catastrophe! He suddenly remembered Gai Immortal, who was more clever than Liu Yihua. Didn't Gai Shenxian say: "The catastrophe is coming, and it is difficult to escape." "No matter how hard the farmers of Tianjiapu try, they can't escape this catastrophe! It is not anyone's fault that things have come to such a tragic state, but the fault of the devil. He believed that the fate of all of their Tianjiapu people was controlled by a great god of immense power......

He resigned himself to his fate.

He abruptly pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him and sat up slowly. He saw a GI's hat rolling like a yellow wooden wheel on the edge of a ditch not far in front of him, and he thought it was funny. With a trembling hand, he grabbed the bloody knife that was stuck diagonally into the ground, and stood up with his body propped up.

He tried to take two steps forward, okay, okay! He can still get out of this graveyard on his own!

Facing the golden sunlight and the flying dust, he stepped over the two corpses in front of him, and walked to the edge of the ditch without much difficulty. Behind him was the climbing cage of the inclined shaft. The crawler cage looked like a giant dragon with its head raised from the ground, with its big black mouth open, watching his every move. His long figure, distorted by the sun, was reflected on the ground at the mouth of the inclined well.

At this moment, in the golden sunlight in front of him, a yellow figure appeared, and these figures were like a burst of yellow water, like a moving river, with the "click" sound of leather boots on the ground, quickly approaching him.

He instinctively clenched the broadsword, trying to pounce on it and fight hard, but his hand was so weak that he could not lift the knife even though he could raise his arm several times.

He froze, his blood-stained face facing the soldiers who had come forward, and his eyes radiated a hot glow full of desire to fight.

Several GIs raised their guns.

A man is shouting:

"Put the knife down!"

He couldn't lift the knife, so he had to hold it across his chest, holding the handle of the knife in one hand and the dull back of the knife in the other.

The sound of a bolt sounded:

"Damn, I've shot!"

A fat officer-like man sandwiched between the GIs raised his hand to stop the GIs from attempting to shoot.

Zhang ...... Brigade Commander Zhang, he still wants to kill! ”

The fat man said coldly:

"Take his knife down!"

Two soldiers pounced, bayonets in their hands as if they were dealing with a terrible monster, and approached him alertly and timidly. They appeared on either side of his body, leaving him at a loss for what side to deal with. When the GI on the left approached, he raised his sword and slashed at it, but it was hollow; He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. The GI on the right rushed over, dropped his gun, and grabbed him by the waist.

He twisted his body desperately, the knife in his hand constantly dangling in front of another GI.

"Smack!" The soldier struck him on the arm where he was holding the knife, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground. The GI swooped down on him. He screamed, grabbed him, and bit one of his ears with his blood-stained mouth.

The soldier cried out in pain, and leaned over and shouted:

"Ouch! Open...... Shoot! Quick Open...... Shoot! ”

Another GI let go of his waist and fled.

"Bang!"

The gun in the fat officer's hand rang off, striking him in the body at once, and his teeth loosened. He turned around, looked straight at the fat officer, and scolded:

Zhang ...... Zhang Guixin, I'm ...... I'll fuck you! ”

It wasn't until the last moment of his life that he met Zhang Guixin.

He fell to the ground, dead with two bewildered eyes wide open. The soldier fired five more shots at his corpse, and the piercing sound of gunfire once again broke the silence of the cemetery......

When the mouth of the inclined well began to appear in front of the little rabbit, it was like a bright and faint star, in a trance, unpredictable, and the little rabbit was really afraid that it would slip away from his eyes. Gradually, the star grew larger and whiter, and then hung high in the darkness above him like a moon that had shrunk many times and had not yet fully rejuvenated.

His spirits perked up. He climbed up desperately. He was at the rear, and he crept behind when the second animal and the third mule climbed over the pile of gangue. Before he saw the starlight at the wellhead, he patiently followed behind, he was afraid that there would be some blockage in front of him, and he wanted to maintain his last strength again in the face of new obstacles. Fortunately, the road in the future became unimpeded, vigilance and cunning became meaningless, and the road ahead was ahead, and he no longer had to worry about anything.

With the last of his strength, he stepped on the muddy steep slope under his feet, climbing forward and upward. He fell, got up, and walked again, his two eyes firmly fixed on the white-slung well, which was getting bigger and brighter, and did not dare to relax in the slightest. He was afraid that the wellhead would fly away, or that someone would seal it up. The cruel life under the kiln made him suspicious, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

He crossed the second animal, and then shook the third mule a dozen paces away.

He was the first to cross the iron gate under the mouth of the inclined shaft, which had not been closed.

His legs shook as he leaned against the iron gate and gasped, and he barely had the strength to go any further, and the mouth of the well was less than ten paces in front of him, and everything around him became very bright. For the first time in twenty-three days, he saw the white sunshine, which came in from the inclined well**, along the muddy ramp, and paved in front of him, and he only had to exert his last strength to walk into his amiable and lovely sunshine.

The sun seduced him.

The sun stimulated him.

The sun inspired him.

He used his two numb feet to support his wobbly body, and moved step by step into the sun. He wants to lie down in the sun, lie down on the earth, and he wants to embrace the sun that belongs to all mankind, to Tianjiapu, and to his little rabbit!

O sun of his life!

His 23 days of struggle, his 23 days of struggle, isn't it just for this glorious moment?! He can't fall when this glorious moment comes!

He struggled upwards in a trance. A burst of ground-like sounds rang in his long, buzzing ears. He heard several gunshots. He didn't know what was going on on the ground, he was going to climb up anyway!

He finally stood on the boundary between sunlight and darkness, his eyes had become a little unsuitable for light after a long period of darkness, and he had an inexplicable fear when he stood on this junction line. His eyes ached excruciatingly, and tears flowed down his face. He suddenly felt that the light had become so strange.

He stood with his eyes closed for a moment.

He felt his hair dizzy, his body fluttered, his legs trembled so much, he had a premonition that he was going to fall, so he took a trembling step forward, and was suddenly in the white sun.

Sunlight!

What a piece of sunshine!

An earth-shattering explosion rang in his ears with a bang, a bang - oh, it's the explosion of the sun! He heard a loud, deafening sound from the explosion of sunlight, and his ears lost hearing all at once. A great fire burned in front of his eyes, which connected the heavens and the earth, and it surrounded him, wrapped around him, and devoured him, so that his blood boiled, and his veins burst all over his body, and he felt so painful that his internal organs were torn apart.

"Ahh......h

Thus he fell into the sunshine which he loved.

He was struck to death by the sun, which he loved.

The three mules lifted their feet over the rusty iron gate as the rabbit fell. He was smart, and he had heard the old potters say that if you stay in the dark for a long time, you can't go to the ground and into the sun all at once, because it hurts. He leaned against the iron gate and gasped, his eyes were slightly closed, not daring to open them all at once, not to mention the explosive sunshine, even the light in front of him, he couldn't accept it at once. His eyelids seemed to have become transparent, and with his eyes closed, he could still see a large red spot that made his eyes hurt.

He leaned on the iron gate and turned around, his face rushing towards the black pit again. He felt better, and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked down into the pit, and it was so dark that he could see nothing, and his eyes that had touched the light could no longer see the darkness of sin. His sensitive ears, however, heard the sound of heavy footsteps that kept ringing. He accurately judged that the second animal was in the alley more than twenty paces below him, and he wanted to call him, but his throat was very dry, as if it was about to smoke and fire, and he could not squeeze out enough strength in his chest to form a sentence.

He finally didn't shout.

He slowly twisted his head around, tentatively touching the light behind him. He tried a few times before finally turning around and opening his eyes.

After he got used to the light in front of him, he walked tremblingly towards the sunlight that penetrated deep into the well......

Out of danger! It worked! He will soon be back on the earth, back in the sun, back to the relatives he knows well! He can do whatever he wants and wants to do like a man who stands up to the sky!

Many tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt that it was the Almighty God who was protecting him. He immediately thought of Tian Dafu, and thought of seeking revenge on this damn bastard. He thought: No matter where this bastard surnamed Tian hides, he will never let him go, no one can intercede, he has to stab him.

He choked and gasped, his teary eyes wide open, and stepped into the white, silver sunshine. His eyes were red as if they were on fire.

He snapped his eyes shut and put a large, muddy hand over his face.

He covered his face and fell slowly. His heavy, ** body pressed against the bunny's corpse, one of his wounded hands pressed against the rusty rollers, one hand still covering his face as he fell to the ground.

He realized in a trance that he couldn't do it. He is unwilling, his mind is still very clear, he wants to climb up, climb up desperately, and kill Tian Dahao!

He pedaled with his feet on the legs of the shed, the wood, and the rollers on the ground, inch by inch, foot by foot, and he finally climbed to the high slope of the well, and his hand covering his face was released, and he supported his body to crawl forward, his head raised, and his eyes were half-open, recognizing the direction.

At first, he couldn't see anything in his eyes, only a white expanse in front of him; Gradually, the eye regains its visual function. He saw a dead tree trunk with the thick mouth of a bowl by the inclined well, and a group of soldiers with guns on their shoulders, pointing and talking. He wondered, where did so many GIs come from here? Are these GIs here to save people? Why didn't they come to him? Then, he saw corpse after corpse, saw a pile of congealed black blood, and smelled a strong smell of blood.

He froze.

He stared blankly at the corpses in front of him.

He saw Tian Dafu in this corpse.

Tian Dahao fell to the ground, his head tilted in the direction of the mouth of the inclined well, his eyes were wide open, the corners of his mouth hung with sticky saliva, and his broad chest was stained with blood, which had not yet coagulated, and was still dripping like water.

He suddenly understood: there was a fierce battle here!

He suddenly understood: Tian Dahao and his men shed the last drop of blood for his three mules and for the potters who were killed in the mine!

How ridiculous! How ridiculous! He was going to kill him! He was going to kill this brave brother! What the fuck is going on with people? Why do people always hate each other, guard each other, and take revenge on each other?! People should live in harmony like brothers and sisters!

He's going to crawl over!

He wants to hug Tian Dahao like a brother!

He rolled over and rolled down the high slope along the edge of the well.

He crossed over the three corpses, crawled in front of Tian Dahao, and pressed his trembling hand against the back of Tian Dahao's hand.

He exerted all his strength, firmly grasped Tian Dahao's hand, and climbed forward another half a foot. He swallowed his last breath as his head pressed against his blood-soaked chest. His face, distorted by suffering, pressed tightly against Tian Dahao's chest.

He's dead.

He died under the blue sky high and far, on the bright earth, among his companions.

It is something to be proud of, as a man, he has overcome everything that a man can overcome.

Zhang Guixin really saw three mules rolling down the high slope of the inclined wellhead. At first he didn't pay attention, he thought it was a piece of charred wood. He would never have imagined that twenty-three days later, there would be a living person crawling out of this dark pit. When he heard the "fluttering" sound of the three mules rolling down the high slope, he only raised his head to look at it, and then fiddled with his little German pistol, wondering how to report the war to the Provincial Overseer.

Zheng Fool, the captain of the pistol team beside him, shouted:

"Brigade Commander Zhang, man, a bare-chested living person!"

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his face to look, and then he saw clearly: there was indeed a living creature wriggling under the slope of the inclined wellhead, and the gun in his hand couldn't help but clench tightly, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the black thing that Zheng Fool called "human".

He did not admit in his heart that it was human. He decided that there should be no more people down there. He fixed his mind and looked at it carefully, the thing called "man" was covered in **, his buttocks were pointy, the bones on his back were protruding, and he was covered with black soot and sludge from head to toe, like a piece of black charcoal that had been kicked and was slowly rolling forward.

Zheng Fool and a few soldiers wanted to step forward to help him.

He reached out and stopped them, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was once again aimed at the slightly raised head of "Black Carbon".

He thought: as long as this piece of black charcoal stands up, he will kill him.

However, the piece of black charcoal did not get up, and he struggled forward three or five steps, and when he reached the potter who had just been killed, he died.

Relieved, he walked up to the black charcoal, kicked him in the body, and ordered the two GIs beside him:

"Lift up, lift him up!"

"Brigade Commander Zhang, this ...... What is this for? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me!"

The two GIs looked at each other, lifted the bodies of the three mules, and looked at Zhang Guixin in a daze.

Zhang Guixin took a step forward and climbed the slope of the inclined shaft.

The two GIs also lifted the body and climbed up the slope.

"Throw him into the inclined shaft!" Zhang Guixin stood on the slope and gave another order coldly.

The two GIs obediently carried the corpse to the mouth of the well. Unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the edge of the well, they screamed, threw down the corpse, turned around and ran back.

Zhang Guixin was surprised:

"Huh? What's going on? ”

"People, again...... Again...... Come up with a man! ”

There is such a thing!

Zhang Guixin strode to the wellhead with a gun......

The two animals saw the fiery sun from the two forked pillars of yellow flesh, thick at the top and thin at the bottom: the sun was like a fierce burning ball of blazing white fire, constantly rolling, beating between the two yellow pillars of flesh, and burning the two pillars of flesh red and shining. Suddenly, both of his eyes seemed to have been shot at the same time, and he couldn't see anything. When he looked up along the pillar of flesh, all he saw was a swirling glare of light. He shook his body and was about to fall backwards. He desperately grabbed one of the shed legs beside him to stabilize his body.

He stood in the sun.

He wanted to bend down and pick up this thin body and carry it up to the well, but he tried to bend over, but in the end he didn't, he was afraid that he would fall.

He stood leaning against the tent leg for a moment. He is not in a hurry, he knows that there is no heaven on earth either. If he can't die, he still has to go to the kiln, and he has to be an animal for his children, and that's how life goes!

He really wanted to sit down and smoke a cigarette; Then, eat a good meal, whether it is white taro leaves, vegetable paste, or pig food, dog food, he can eat eight bowls in one go. He still wants to sleep, sleeps for three days and three nights in one go, and gets everything that life owes him!

He's not in a hurry. He didn't have to rush at all. The reins of life are now firmly grasped in his own hands, and all the fires, explosions, roofs, and gangs no longer exist, and all have become a memory that is not worth mentioning. He still has a lot of strength, he is not as naïve and stupid as the little rabbit, and in the final sprint, he actually extinguished the embers of life. He thought: as long as he rests for a while, he will be able to walk steadily and step by step to the ground.

He was only five or six paces away from the wellhead, and the sun beckoned to him five or six paces away......

He leaned against the wall of the alley and moved forward a little bit.

As he moved, his eyes were freed from the bright light, and he gradually figured out that the two pillars of flesh he had just seen were the two legs of a person. This man was standing in the center of the small railway at the mouth of the well, and a ray of sunlight was rolling on his shiny leather boots.

He shouted:

"Guy...... Buddy! Help...... Do yourself a favor! ”

The figure standing in the middle of the wellhead did not move, and did not answer. It occurred to him at once that this man might not be a potter, he was wearing leather boots, and a potter was not wearing leather boots. He decided it was someone from the company's mine police team.

He shouted again:

"Old ...... Boss, come on...... Give me a hand! ”

That man still shouldn't.

He was in a hurry:

"I ...... I'm human! No...... Not a ghost! I still...... I'm still alive! ”

As he finished shouting these words, the man slowly raised a hand, and he saw that the man was holding a small black and shiny pistol in his hand. Frightened, he turned around and tried to run down the well. However, just as he turned awkwardly, the man's gun rang off, and a bullet passed through his chest, pinning him firmly to the wet and slippery ramp. His whole body slid down about half a foot, and finally he raised his head again and shouted in a heart-rending voice:

"I ...... I'm human! ”

Zhang Guixin inserted the still smoking pistol into the holster on his waist, slowly turned his fat body, stepped over the corpses of the three mules, took two steps forward, and said to several soldiers standing beside him:

"Rubbish! What are you doing here? Why don't you carry all three bodies down?! Damn, lift a little farther away, lift the iron gate down there, and throw it again! Got it? ”

"Understood, Brigadier Commander!"

"Go, go!" Zhang Guixin waved his hand impatiently.

The two GIs lifted the bodies of the three mules and slid down the inclined shaft one by one, while several other GIs also leaned their guns against the mouth of the well and followed. They were going to carry the carcasses of the rabbit and the second animal.

Seeing these soldiers going down to the inclined well, Zhang Guixin rubbed his sweaty hands with white gloves and asked the officers and soldiers around him:

"Guys, what did you all see just now?"

Pistol Captain Zheng Fool said uninterestingly:

"I saw a survivor, the brigade commander was good marksmanship, and he was knocked down with one shot!"

Zhang Guixin stared at Zheng Fool's face fixedly, and suddenly, raised his hand and slapped him:

"Bastard! There are no survivors! No! The people in the well are dead! The kiln people are blackmailing ** and armed riots in the name of the victims in the mine! You haven't fucking figured this out until now, have you? ”

"Yes! Be! Brigade! I know ...... I see! Zheng Fool covered his face, bent down and nodded frequently.

"Send me a telegram to the Provincial Governor's Office immediately, the message is as follows: 100,000 urgent, Zhang Guixin, the guard of Ningyang Town, reported that the riot in Tianzhen has been pacified, and the kiln people and bandits who occupied the mines and plundered and caused trouble have been swept away by our department. At present, the situation in the mining area is calm, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and all walks of life in Tianzhen are happy......"

After dictating the message, Zhang Guixin explained:

"According to this content, take a telegram to the members of the Beijing Senate and the House of Representatives, to the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce, to the Provincial Department of Industry, and to Li Si Mazi, a bastard, so that they can also settle down, and don't fucking think nonsense!"

"Yes!"

"Send these five telegrams at once!"

"Yes!" Fool Zheng saluted, turned around and ran.

Zhang Guixin stood on the high slope of the inclined wellhead, looking condescendingly at the ruins in front of him with the attitude of a conqueror. He saw the trench of bunkers dug by the rioters for battle, and he mentally evaluated the trench with the eyes of a soldier. He believes that the trench has little actual combat value, and the kiln people are after all the kiln people, they do not understand military affairs, do not understand war, and do not know how to fight at all. But the strong and unyielding spirit embodied in these kiln people, their toughness and bravery, he had to admire! He thought that if these people lying in the ground did not die, if they went to serve as soldiers with him, they would all be good!

He was a little moved.

The corners of his eyes moistened.

As if a ghost made a difference, he involuntarily put his legs together, "snapped" a straight upright, facing the ruins under the high slope, facing the crooked main well building more than 200 meters away, and facing the corpses of the victims who were lying, lying and kneeling, and saluted a ** military salute to this fierce and great land......

At this time, the staff officer of the town guard embassy ran over, stood at the foot of the high slope, and looked up to him for instructions:

"Envoy Zhang Zhen, Mr. Li Bingchi of the Provincial Department of Industry asked you, is it possible to close the wellhead now!"

He nodded his heavy head and squeezed out a word from between his teeth:

"Seal!"

"Yes!" The staff officer turned, paused, threw off his arms, and strode away.

He also walked down the high slope, facing the sun, facing the hot wind of a summer morning with the smell of blood, stepping through the gap between the corpses, and walking towards the crooked main well building more than 200 meters away. The main well building is still smoking. He thought that the smoke might have come from the ground, and that the smoke would not stop until the fire under the stratum was extinguished. He didn't know if it was too late to seal the well? Will this abundant infinite coalfield still be saved? He doesn't understand mining. He can deal with the rioting potters, but he can't deal with the fires underground. Dealing with the underground fire is Li Bingchi's business, and he can't control it. However, he hoped that Li Bingchi and the others could control the underground fire and preserve this rich coalfield for future generations! Only in this way can his heart be a little calmer, he will not feel guilty, and the war he is fighting will be worthwhile! Until now, he does not think that there is anything wrong with him conducting this war. War is not what he wants to fight, it is what he wants to fight; He and the potters of Tianjiapu are also innocent, in the final analysis, he is also for the interests of Tianjiapu, for the interests of this land for generations to come, he was forced to carry out this war. If this war saves this coal field, he will have a clear conscience, and perhaps the children and grandchildren of this land will remember his glorious name.

He also remembered Li Si Mazi with sinister intentions, and remembered the imminent Zhiwan War. He didn't know what conspiracy those generals, marshals, and politicians in Beijing were playing at this moment.

He was in the ninth year of the Republic of China when the mountains and rains were about to come! This year, the entire Republic of China was entangled and surrounded by one conspiracy after another!

He thwarted Li Si Mazi's plot to manipulate the kiln people's riots, and soon had to deal with the conspiracy from Beijing......

He felt very sleepy and tired. He wanted to get a good night's sleep, recuperate and get up again to fight the chaotic world in front of him.

Step by step, he left behind the bloody graveyard he had participated in making, and the white sun stretched his fat body long, pressing tightly against the black earth paved with coal gangue, making his figure also smell of blood. It was quiet, there was hardly any noise except for the footsteps of him and a few GIs behind him, and he could even hear the powerful heart in his chest beating at once.

"Wow-wow-"

Suddenly, several shrill infant cries rang out, like sharp swords, piercing the boundless silence in front of them, and the sound of life resounded in this graveyard full of death.

He was stunned, and looked around, eagerly searching for the voice.

The voice was gone, he couldn't find anything, he thought it was an illusion, so he turned his face and looked at his subordinates behind him with an inquiring gaze.

One of his subordinates said timidly:

"Like...... It's like a kid crying! ”

He nodded.

As he nodded, the cry rang out again, really, dozens of meters in front of him to the left of his body.

He walked over with his men.

Between the two corpses of the potters, a young, disheveled woman was lying in a pool of blood, convulsing violently. Her clothes were ragged, her entire lower body was soaked in blood, and a wet black head writhed in her wide, torn white cloth pants on a blue background.

A new life has been born.

The new life that was born was restlessly restless.

He instructed one of his subordinates to go to the medical officer.

All at once he became very patient and merciful, and he stood by the dying woman and the newborn child. His eyes widened in curiosity, and he had inadvertently witnessed the bloody scene of the painful birth of man. He didn't think that many years ago, he also came to this world with a writhing body like this, in the cry of a woman. This is how all great statesmen, military strategists, and history makers came to the world. Life is painful, death is also painful, and human beings cannot get rid of the pain of being entangled with life for generations and millions of years.

Only pain is eternal......

It dawned on him that he had realized something.

A butterfly with yellow and white dots flew at his feet and over the newborn's head, as if singing a silent ode to the new life. A large black ant crawled over the woman who had passed out, and it hurried over the woman's breast, made a great bend in her lower abdomen, and crawled from her waist to the newborn.

He reached out, grabbed it, and crushed it......