The sky was gray as if it had been crying, and suddenly it rained, and the rain was pouring down, washing the desolate land, the smoke of the artillery fire, the ruins and broken walls after the blood smeared, and under the baptism of heavy rain, the muddy streams with bright red colors were washed out on the scorched earth.

He stepped out of the dilapidated bomb shelter and walked cautiously through the ruined city like a frightened little beast, the rain dripping his brown hair and dripping down his somewhat thin chest, wiping the rain from his chin, and tiptoeing at the alfalfa grass.

The stalks of this grass, which were originally used to raise livestock, grew extremely thick because of the fat of the blood, and tasted a bit like chewing a plastic bag, which was difficult to swallow and difficult to digest, but at least it made people not feel hungry.

Since three months ago, this fodder, which used to be used only to feed livestock, has been food for him and the survivors of the city struggling to survive the ruins.

While carefully picking these alfalfa grasses, he looked at the sky vigilantly, even if it was pouring rain and dark clouds, he could still see those huge alien warships in the depths of the sky that were showing off their might and were impossible to defeat.

But it's not the alien warships that are terrifying, but the small flying machines that fly low and appear over the cities, and those flying machines are a nightmare for every terrestrial. They kill every adult man they see, taking women and children.

This war was the most brutal war of plundering colonization.

He didn't know how long this would last, and he didn't know how long he would last, but he knew that he couldn't give up, because if he gave up, maybe there would never be any more terrestrial people in this world.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered. As if he had discovered something, the whole person immediately disappeared into the ruins like a rabbit, and a few minutes later, a small flying machine whizzed through the air and landed where he had taken it before, and several warriors equipped with steel armor jumped from the aircraft.

"He fled again."

An icy voice rang out. Some of the frustration turned into annoyance, "Damn, this little mouse, how did he find us?" ”

"It seems that this little mouse really has the same sense of smell as a mouse. Maybe it's some kind of genetic evolution. But one way or another, he must be caught. The first colony ships of the military department are about to arrive, and until then, we will not hesitate to wipe out all resistance on this planet. ”

"Hah, it's just a bunch of rats that can only hide in the sewers, is it necessary? This civilization has been completely conquered by us. Leave the rest of the rats to the colonial guards to deal with. ”

"I won't allow a stain in my file. No matter how cunning that little mouse is, I'll get him out, I swear. ”

After a brief conversation with a few soldiers, they quickly left in the aircraft, and the ruined city was even more heavily rained, washing away the scorched yellow left by the artillery fire on the ground, bringing up mud and sand. Blood, corpses. There are also all kinds of filthy impurities, flooding along the sewers of the city that have not been completely destroyed.

He walked swiftly in the midst of the stinking water that seemed to be filled with countless dead fish, making his way through the complex sewers like spider webs, carefully hiding his scent from all traces that might reveal his whereabouts.

Although he knew that the aliens who claimed to be civilized would not actually enter the filthy sewers. Hunt them down, but the enemy's pervasive mechanical soldiers, as well as cyborgs, may track him down.

So he had to be careful, careful, a little more careful.

Be cautious along the way. By the time he returned to the temporary resting spot, it was already hours later, and before entering, he touched the alfalfa grass stuffed in his arms, and a few cans of food that had been so hard to go, which should be all they had for the next few days.

The search for those alien invaders has become more and more stringent, and he has not dared to go out again in recent days for safety. Thinking of this, his face became a little ugly, but he still forced out a smile and walked in, "I'm back." ”

Then a group of children, and a few women who tried to process the foul-smelling mushrooms and mosses that grew in the sewers into food, smiled with relief.

"Situ, you're finally back."

A woman walked over quickly, then hurriedly took the food in his arms, ordered it, and said with some disappointment: "Is that all?" ”

He was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I met a patrol just now, so ......"

The woman smiled reluctantly, didn't speak, just put the food away, and then, under the eager eyes of the children, brought out a bowl of brown gruel and handed it to him, "Let's eat something first." Also, the fuel is running out of fuel, and the thermostat seems to be a bit out of order......"

He took the porridge, looked at a few children biting their fingers, and said with a smile: "I have eaten outside, you can eat it." ”

As he said this, his stomach made a sound uncontrollably, and he was so embarrassed that he quickly changed the subject, "I'll go see the thermostat." ”

The woman was very sad, watching a group of children happily share the bowl of gruel, silently twisting her palms, her body trembled uncontrollably, after a while, she calmed down, took a deep breath, and saw the children sensibly huddled together, warming each other in this rainy night, and couldn't help but go out again.

"The thermostat may be running out of energy. I'll go out tomorrow to look for it, it seems that I saw a broken car last time, the energy block should still be there, I'll ...... tomorrow"

He thought she was here to ask about the thermostat, and hurriedly said, although the sewer isolated the almost pervasive search of those aliens, but without the help of the thermostat, it was still difficult to avoid the enemy's temperature search.

"Is there any hope for us?"

She looked at him and asked softly.

He was silent, "There will be." There will be hope for the terrestrial people, and one day there will be a terrestrial man who is our hope and will lead us to defeat those aliens. ”

"That hope, not you. Right. ”

She muttered and looked at him, "How I hope, you are our hope." ”

He was a little at a loss and embarrassed.

"It's okay. You're tired too, so get some rest. You've done enough. It's us who are dragging you down, or you might be our hope. The hope of the whole planet. ”

She said this, and then he was silent.

The next day he set off early, he had a lot to do, food, energy, the whole survival point was mostly children and women, if he was lazy, everyone would starve. It's dangerous out there, but at least, it's about giving them hope, isn't it?

He remembered her words again, would he be their hope? It's like being like that, it's just that it's not good enough.

Thinking so, he walked somewhat wearily through the dangerous ruins, hiding from possible enemy patrols.

In the small survival point, the children ushered in a very happy day, and the woman rarely made some hearty food, although it was just some alfalfa grass that was difficult to swallow, but compared to the past, it could only be satisfied, but today it can be full, not to mention a few canned meat.

The children were very happy, she looked at them, and the happiness of children was really simple, she thought, but the happiness of adults was very complicated.

To live in humiliation, or to die with dignity, this is the question.

She thought so, and then drank the soup in the bowl, and seemed to see the once beautiful home again before the psychedelic mushroom attacked.

He walked through the foul-smelling wind in the sewers with some joy, and today he was lucky not to meet the patrols, but found a buried food store, a store that had not been discovered by the previous refugees, and he found a lot of canned food, and even candy, and everyone must be very happy.

Thinking like this, his steps became much lighter, he didn't forget to take the energy block, walked through the complicated sewer with some joy, and saw a dead rat rotting in the water, he frowned slightly, and then turned around without hesitation, there will always be something that will rot, but there will always be something that will survive tenaciously.

He may not be hoping, but no matter what, he must let everyone survive.

He thought, and then he saw that the home, the home that had kept him alive from the day the war began, was gone. Everyone left with a smile on their faces, as if to be happy to finally leave this ugly, hopeless world, and that was a relief, perhaps.

He just suddenly felt so desperate, the food left on the table still smelled of psychedelic mushrooms, and he saw the note written on the table, some twisted handwriting.

"You are our hope, but we are your burden. So, go for hope, break free from all the shackles that weigh on you, and go for this hope. Long live the Earth Star! ”

He didn't know what she was thinking when she finally made this decision, but he knew that he must have done not good enough to let her and let them choose such an ending.

In the midst of this heart-rending despair, he remembered what his father had told him when he was a child, that a man should live like a general.

If he can never, he will, he will definitely learn how to be a general, even if he is ruthless, even if he is ruthless, but at least, at least he will not let such an ending happen again.

He thought so, and then turned around and began to run wildly, towards the ground, holding the wound in his hand, and let out a desperate roar, "Ah, come and kill me!" (To be continued.) )