I feel a little sad in my heart that the word 'people' has been spurned by those who have the power to protect them, they have been abandoned, and the collapse of order and law is inevitable. However, those in power do not strive to maintain order and law, but they are artificial.

Someone once said that the only condition for evil to prevail is the silence of good people.

I believe in this sentence very much, and even remember this sentence deeply in my mind and engraved in my bone marrow, but I still overestimate human nature, and I should add another sentence to this sentence: the condition for evil to prevail is the silence of good people, and the silence of the defenders of order is the nourishment for the breeding of evil, and their silence is like an invisible shackle, which lowers the head of the good, and cannot raise his head to look at the beautiful blue sky, and lowers his head, and sees the demon that breeds madly in the shadows and the darkness of the heart.

The man behind me reached out, he was going to come and get my backpack, and he had his eyes on me early. I turned my head to look over and clearly felt the sharp object in his hand stabbing hard, but I kicked him out, in his lower abdomen, and kicked him out and fell to the ground.

I saw that there were more than a dozen people staring at me, their eyes were full of greed and hunger, they took a fancy to my backpack, Zhong Xiaoxiao may not know, her kindness, but brought me so much trouble, but I didn't want to blame her, only blame these people's hearts, has been occupied by the devil who breeds in the darkness of their hearts, they are pitiful but pathetic, if I don't have this series of encounters, maybe my heart has become the devil's nourishment early.

The man I kicked was rolling on the ground with his stomach in his hands and convulsing, but I knew that I couldn't kill him with this kick, and next to him was a screwdriver that fell out of his hand, but he sharpened it very sharply, and there were blood stains on it, which showed that I was not the first to be robbed by him.

The unkempt, ragged survivors stared at the backpack in my hand, vigilant but frenzied, they approached me step by step, the light in their eyes grew brighter and brighter, and I had no doubt that they would never make me feel better or even kill me in order to snatch food.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder, ignored them, and pulled out the pistol from my belt.

Their movements froze, they did not dare to move forward, but they did not have the slightest idea of leaving, they really looked like hungry wolves, but if they were so courageous, why not go and find food by themselves?

I finally gritted my teeth and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit a man's calf muscles, and he fell to the ground holding his leg and screamed, blood spilling out of his trousers, ticking, dripping to the ground.

They finally dispersed like beasts, not stopping at all, not paying any attention to the guy I shot to the ground. He was also abandoned. No matter how terrible the screams were, no one paid attention to him.

They are a pitiful and pathetic people, because there must be something hateful about the wretched.

I unplugged the safe, slipped the gun into my belt, unzipped my backpack, and took out a loaf of bread from it and threw it to the survivor I knocked to the ground, which I must have compensated him for.

But what happened next made me know that I had done something wrong again, and that I still didn't realize how cruel the world was after the collapse of order and law.

The survivors who had dispersed frantically pounced on the piece of bread, and the guy I had knocked to the ground with a gun forgot about the pain and held the bread in his arms.

They rushed in, and many other onlookers joined in, including the guy who robbed me but was kicked away by me, picked up his sharpened screwdriver and rushed into the crowd, frantically stabbing at those who stood in his way.

I heard screams in my ears, blood poured on the ground in front of me, they were biting each other like mad dogs, I saw people with blood poking their eyes with their hands, people with ears bitten off by life...

I stood in place sluggishly, my hands and feet were cold, I just didn't expect things to develop like this, even though I depreciated human nature in my heart, but I always thought that it was the environment that polluted human nature, and always thought that sex was good, but I forgot, in order to survive, some of this world is easy to eat, some are killing people and robbing food, there are countless crazy things happening, I forgot, animals can't become people, but people can become animals.

Under the blazing sun, there was darkness and madness everywhere, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was the catastrophe that destroyed the human world, or whether the darkness and madness of human nature brought humanity to its demise.

This is an unsolvable problem, but people can't blindly despair, because I know that when disaster comes, there will always be people who stand up, throw their heads and spill their blood, and take desperate people to find hope. Where's that hero? Where is it? Will the 5,000-year-old history of the Middle-earth nation fall to an end? Will the noble tradition, the unyielding soul, dissipate? Definitely not.

In the 5,000-year history of the Middle-earth nation, every disaster, there are always heroes who will stand up, Dayu, Yue Fei, Ran Min, Qi Jiguang, and countless in the distant era. Sun and Mao in recent times. Or the unsung heroes whose flesh and blood have corrupted the lands of Middle-earth, are they real?

In every disaster, there will always be heroes and people who stand up, right? The central cabinet still exists, doesn't it? The army exists, isn't it? Human nature always yearns for light, doesn't it?

No one responded to me!

No one responded to me・・・・・・・

"Are you looking for food?"

I roared, "Who wants to eat? ”

"Who wants to eat!!"

As I walked, step by step, I climbed up to the rubble of gravel and cement not far away, and I stood on it and screamed, "I have food here!" ”

I raised the backpack in my hand high: "Which of you wants!?" ”

Some people heard my words, some chose to ignore it and continued to wander around, some people looked with greed in their eyes, and some people hesitated to believe me.

I let out a breath and didn't let myself down after all, someone still stood up, someone really stood up. Everyone can be the savior of this era, but why do they all choose to be silent?

There is a hero of an era, if I can't be a hero of this era, then ask for a clear conscience, even if it is just to be a leader who can change a few people, I should be content, at least someone still stands up, whether it is him, her, or me. At least this means that the noble soul that symbolizes this nation is still influencing the people of this era, and I firmly believe that it is not only me, but in this world, there are people everywhere, there are heroes who stand up, but they just don't appear in my eyes.