In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and a ray of morning light pierced through the narrow shooting hole, illuminating the dark corner of a corner of the fortress tower.

The young warrior leaned his back against the wall, and the ray of sunlight fell right in front of him, and the dust poured in the light.

The warrior stared at the bright light in a daze, thinking nothing in his head, except to hold out a hand and block it.

The warm sunlight shone on the palm of his hand, and the palm covered with mud slowly changed angle, and the warrior's gaze remained in the palm of his hand, silently looking at the small spot of light.

His name was Kong Jie, a member of the Funing garrison, and he was on the front line when the swarm raided Funing.

He had never experienced such a fierce battle, for three whole days, the comrades-in-arms around him changed and changed, batch after batch, some sacrificed, some disabled, some separated, and some disappeared, only he has been here and has always insisted on fighting.

Kong Jie has never been so afraid as in the past few days, and the daily battles have made him tired, but every time he lies down, he doesn't dare to close his eyes, because he doesn't know if he falls asleep today, whether he will have a chance to open his eyes tomorrow, and whether he can see the sun tomorrow.

He has experienced a lot and thought a lot in the past few days, although it is only three days, it seems that he has suddenly grown up and matured, even if his face is still as immature as three days ago.

Suddenly, there was a rush of chaotic footsteps outside, and the sound of a hygienist shouting, and various sounds interrupted his thoughts.

Kong Jie knew that it was his comrades-in-arms who sent their wounded companions to the next door, where the wounded were temporarily housed.

He wanted to go over and see who was injured and what the injury was, but until the end, his ass didn't leave the ground.

It's not that I don't want to go, but I can't help if I go, so I can only watch and can't do anything...... Because the traffic was blocked by the insect swarm, all the wounded could not be evacuated, so they could only be treated simply, leaving the wounded here to wait for evacuation.

The fighting was so fierce that there were very few lightly wounded fighters, many of their comrades were seriously injured, and in order to save their lives, the hygienists had to inject the wounded with hibernation.

Everyone knows the effect of hiberon, but no one wants to inject this thing, because everyone is the same as Kong Jie, and they don't know if there will be a chance to open their eyes after closing their eyes this time.

Most of the time, the hygienists will respect the opinions of the wounded themselves, and only those seriously injured who have to be injected with hibernation have no choice.

One of the most seriously wounded was a soldier who was cut off by the thin light yesterday.

He was very lucky, when he was shot, there happened to be a military doctor nearby, and the military doctor also brought two hygienists, and the three of them worked together to stop the bleeding and inject hibernation at the same time.

The bleeding soon stopped, and hibernation did its job, but the broken intestines still kept the medic busy for a long time, and by the time the wound was completely sealed, it was already two hours later.

But no one knows if he will survive because no one knows if he was still alive when hibernation worked.

Everyone knew how lucky he was, but fortunately he was the only one seriously wounded at that time, and the medic could always treat his wounds, and if there were other wounded, then the medic could only give priority to the injuries of others, because the others were more likely to survive, and he was probably dead.

But Kong Jie felt that the wounded next door were very lucky compared to their uninjured comrades, at least until they fully recovered, they were about to stay away from the war and no longer have to fight face-to-face with the swarm.

Compared with those comrades who died, the wounded were a very lucky few.

Every time Kong Jie closes his eyes, he can't help but think of those comrades who died tragically, either killed in insect mouths, or killed by insect feet, or killed by bone spurs...... Kong Jie rarely uses the word sacrifice, because death is death, and no matter what words are used to beautify, death itself will not change in any way.

And death is not the same as death, dying from the bone spurs and fine light of the insects, you can also leave a corpse bone, those comrades who fall into the hands of the insects, each of them is a corpse without bones, and even the bones will be bitten and swallowed by the insects.

There was a lot of helplessness on the battlefield, and many times, it was impossible to remove the remains of comrades, and in order to prevent the bodies of their comrades from being eaten by insects, the soldiers had to destroy the bodies of their comrades with incendiary bombs.

According to the tradition of the military, each soldier must carry a glorious bullet on his body, and unlike the previous glorious bullets, the defenders now use white phosphorus incendiary bombs, which can prevent themselves or their bodies from falling into the hands of the enemy at the most critical time.

If you don't want to be eaten by bugs when you die, then play the Glory Bullet!

Warriors know what happens if they fall into the hands of bugs, so it's not uncommon for them to die with the bugs.

In just three days, Kong Jie has witnessed such a scene as many as seven times...... Every time the glorious bullet is fired, the soldiers will see a comrade-in-arms who has been burned alive to the bones by white phosphorus.

The incendiary bomb is not an anti-personnel bomb, and after the explosion, the white phosphorus splashes, and the flames can burn from the skin to the bones, so every soldier who pulls the incendiary bomb has to endure the pain of burning himself.

No one wanted to see such a sight, but the warriors were more reluctant to fall into the hands of insects than the flames of the burning.

No one wants to die unless it is more painful to live than to die.

Every time a comrade pulls an incendiary bomb, someone else will shoot to help the comrade who pulls the incendiary bomb to get rid of it as soon as possible.

It's not cruelty, it's mercy.

At the beginning, Kong Jie was very uncomfortable, but after watching more, he gradually got used to it.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow's tomorrow, maybe he can't escape such an end.

Kong Jie didn't know when it would be his turn, and sometimes he would doubt whether he had the courage to pull the Molotov cocktail at that time, but thinking of the consequences of falling into the hands of the insects, he would regain his courage.

It is said that it is better to die than to live, but as soon as a person goes to the battlefield, this life is pinned to the belt of his trousers, and maybe when the life will be gone.

In fact, it's good to be dead, once you're done, you don't have to fight with insects day and night, you don't have to suffer day and night in hard battles, maybe you will be relieved when you die.

But he soon remembered his family, who lived in the city of Funing, and what would they do if he died?

Thinking of this, Kong Jie told himself in his heart that he couldn't die, he couldn't die no matter what, he had to live well, even when he was most desperate, he had to do his best to live.

Isn't there a saying, I'm not even afraid of death, I'm still afraid of living well?