The year 1745 in the solar calendar

If you want me to die, you can. But don't expect me to lie on the ground and die. - A certain soldier

The endless desert is like a maggot that eats flesh and blood, eating away at the life on it. The haze of the sky was like death watching the small struggles. The wind sharpened its scythe, ready to harvest the mournful souls that had fallen on the land. Their combination doesn't go home empty-handed every day.

The metal rubbed against the cracked earth and made a sizzling noise, and the man dragged his body to the ground, his right hand grasping a piece of deformed scrap iron, like dragging a sack, and again and again, the scrap metal made a harsh noise, leaving a long scratch on the ground.

Many of the wounds on the man's body still had blood, and the sand and blood blown by the wind mixed together to cover the wounds, and once the body was moved, there would be a slight stinging pain where there were wounds.

But the man was not bothered by this, his face was smiling, his tattered trench coat could not hide the flying sand in his face, his eyes were filled with tears, and he tried to open his eyes and look ahead, he had to open them so as not to lose his way.

Every step of the walk takes all the strength of the whole body, every foot that the man steps on the ground is very heavy, and he leaves a footprint behind him, even if it is wind and sand, it can't be covered up for a while, where is the source of this footprint, where does he come from, even the wind that accompanies him all the way can't be said. It must be a far, far away, completely different place from here, after all, there are so many desperate situations like this in the world.

He's always smiling.

"How long is it, how far is the place you are talking about?" The man's voice was a little hoarse, and he opened his mouth and drilled into the sand one by one, he coughed and tried to spit out the sand, but it didn't work at all, but his body began to shake because of the cough, and he almost fell.

"Hahahaha, isn't this place enough now? pain, despair, as long as you lie down, it won't be long before you can rest in peace. In front of the man, a strangely shaped woman spoke, not human-like, with two horns on her head, her body covered in strange scales, and a tail that was blown from side to side by the wind. The woman's face still looked a little human, but her expression was very strange, she was laughing one moment, crying the other, and she was now opening her arms to feel the touch of the oncoming wind and sand.

"Not enough, it's not glorious enough to die here!You promised to take me to a place where you can get a glorious death, have you forgotten?" The man suddenly jumped on the spot and pounced, crushing the woman in front of him to the ground, he gasped, and it took a lot of his physical strength to do so, "You didn't lie to me!"

"Hahahahaha" The woman began to laugh inexplicably, her face twitching, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

The man looked at the crazy woman, picked up the scrap iron in his hand, and stabbed the woman's defenseless body at this time, and the sharp blade on the top of the scrap iron pierced the woman's body and plunged deep into the earth.

There was no blood, no screams, but the woman stopped laughing like crazy, "Ah, what a wonderful pain." The woman closed her eyes and reveled.

"Are you sober?" the man leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear, "If I'm not awake again, I still have a way." ”

"Ahh I know. The woman let out a long breath on the man's face, and she raised her hand to hold his face, "Go forward, and go forward, and you will reach the hell you want to see." ”

The man pulled the scrap metal out of the woman's body, and as the scrap metal left the body, the woman's pierced wound began to heal rapidly, and when she stood up, the wound was gone.

"Soon I will be liberated, and death will embrace me. As she spoke, the woman began to laugh maniacally again, "I'm going to die here today, hahahahahaha!" she began to circle in a circle with joy.

Ignoring the crazy woman, the man dragged the scrap metal in his hand, step by step, he controlled his body and slowly moved forward, "We will all be liberated, we will all be..."

I don't know how long I walked, I don't know what was in front of me, the man couldn't open his eyes anymore, he just followed the sound of the woman's crazy steps and moved slowly, the wind and sand kept hitting the man, the blood stains of the wound were covered with a thick layer because of the sand grains, it was like another piece of skin, every time he moved his body, the pain the man felt became more intense, he didn't snort because of this, he didn't stop for even a moment to rest, even the rhythm and posture of the action did not change, he was like a snail moving forward in a purely mechanical way, as if he would never stop, and would never change。

"It's here—" The woman's footsteps stopped, but her crazy laughter and crying did not stop. The man raised his head and opened his eyes vigorously, the wind and sand were still blowing, the desert was empty, and there was not a single weed on the endless earth, except for the sand, there were only two people left here.

But when the man's head was lifted a little more and he looked at the sky, he saw that the edge of the sky was gradually turning red, a red like blood, and its scope gradually expanded in front of the man.

"Here we are..."The man suddenly laughed, he was like a woman, he went crazy in an instant, his soul was shaking, his blood was boiling, he finally reached the place where he could die with honor.

The bright red color gradually covered the entire sky, and then the blazing flames burned all the way from the end of the desert. This sight, this flaming wilderness, was really as the woman had said, she had not lied to him, that this was indeed hell, a living hell on earth.

There was no hesitation and fear in the man's eyes, what he wanted was a glorious death in battle, he picked up the deformed scrap iron in his hand, and the skin of his whole body began to bleed, although the man's eyes were still full of tears because of the wind and sand, but his eyes were completely different from just now.

He lived.

Compared with the half-dead appearance just now, the man seemed to be a different person at this time, the muscles in his arms began to agitate, his waist was no longer rickety, the sand on the wounds fell off, blood seeped out of these wounds, and then fell to the ground drop by drop, and a strong murderous aura emanated from him, "Don't let me down." The man grinned.

When the mad woman saw the flames coming, she ran forward excitedly, and she rushed into the fire in one breath, and the flames began to burn her body mercilessly, but after a while, the woman was still standing there, and this level of fire could not burn her. The woman didn't want something of this magnitude, she raised her head and looked at the sky.

The flames eventually engulfed the wilderness, and the man stood in the flames, looking up at the thing in the sky, the scrap metal in his hand pointing at it, "I would never have imagined that I would become what I am now." ”