(The previous life was the first person, and all the later texts were in the third person, so don't worry)

Everything around me gradually expanded, blurred, and became unrecognizable in my vision. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info then suddenly contracted, converging into a black line, and the tiny trace finally shattered into countless unrelated black dots, and disappeared.

My name is Hu Yu, and just a few months ago, I was just a young bar singer, half an ordnance fan, holding a crimson acoustic guitar and singing cheerful songs, walking through Misu's various bars.

Yes, I am a native of A-country and love music, and Cassie has always been our leader. I don't know when the war began to choke me without warning, so that I could not sing, shout, the old songs.

In response to the call, after a month of training, I turned into a soldier and defended the city with my brother "Melon".

"Melon" grew up by the sea, and whenever the fighter planes of country M passed by, he would grin and cry out as if he was forever cracked: "This broken plane is not as fast as the seagulls in our hometown, and that kind of seagull ......." Optimism was always engraved on his face, and he always felt that we could defeat the opposition, that we could build our country, that we could go back to the old days.

But for us, life now is like a suspended lotus leaf, and the sense of security that supports it only comes from the cold gun in our hands. Our army does not have those expensive fighter planes, those flying Grim Reapers, sent by country M to support us, and every time it crosses the sky, we breathe a sigh of relief and our hearts flutter slightly. Yes, the fighters came, and the opposition retreated, but after all, the opposition was once a member of this country, and those so-called reinforcements were not the executioners who provoked the war.

Months of war have cast a shadow over the already small city. But it seems that not only us, but also the opposition outside the city are shouting much less than before.

With the decrease in personnel, some half-grown child soldiers appeared more and more on the battlefield, skinny. Outside the city, supplies are delivered only by vehicles such as Toyota pickups. "These Japanese cars don't seem to be very spacious." I leaned over a bullet-riddled wall, worried about these "enemies." yes, after all, those children are innocent.

The ochre of dusk is nostalgic for the glue attached to the sky, and it has not left. The chill of the night spread from the bottom of my heart.

We stayed in a shop, the owner's blood splashed on each of our faces, which had dried up. In order not to leave behind the notoriety of robbing supplies, for the sake of war. The shopkeeper had to become a "traitor" who collaborated with the enemy, and it was not uncommon for us to treat good citizens as traitors, and we had no choice. There was no food, no sleep, no dye, and no faith.

It's late at night,

Not far from the looted shop, where we were stationed, I was alone at night, and in the face of the endless cold, I tightened my collar and curled up in a ball, but I never let go of the cold gun in my hand.

The month of flesh and blood has taught me countless lessons, watching the heads of my comrades being blown away like a string-pulling kite, and watching the enemies who have been legs rolling on the ground and screaming. I remembered in my mind, the muscles and muscles of my limbs were uncomfortable as if they were pierced with hemp rope, the blood in my head was like a rapid stream of boiling water, and the flesh and blood flying sideways during the day were like countless red-hot iron bars and snakes twisted together and pressed against me. The fire continued to burn dullly.

Suddenly, a bullet from someone fell into it and exploded. The sparks scattered in all directions, like maggots on tarsal bones, and I subconsciously picked up my gun.

A thin figure, a childish face, a set of opposition uniforms several sizes appeared in front of my eyes, several boxes of expired biscuits fell to the ground, and a few smiling faces in the broken packaging screamed miserably, and rolled straight into the fire. It's a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.

He flapped the flames on his body in a panic, but his eyes kept staring at me, clear and transparent, as if he could reflect my own embarrassed and hideous appearance, which was clearly a devil.

The bullet was in the chamber, but I couldn't get out. I can't shoot anyway. The night blurred the military uniforms, blurred the names, blurred the camps. Here, there is only one singer and one child.

"Maybe he's just hungry, how many children are hungry because of the cold and freezing ghost weather"

I couldn't pull the trigger, and instead of separating us, the burning fire had melted us together......

"He's like my little cousin" My mind was fixed here, and I couldn't move forward or backward.

Just as he was about to disappear from my vision, he turned around and expertly pulled out a cold gun that had given me a brief sense of security.

"Smack"

The kid skillfully looked like a trained soldier.

"It's not a good feeling to be in free fall, but he really looks like my little cousin, and my cousin won't be an oppositionist......"

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When he was dying, a lightning bolt suddenly crossed the sky, and it was right on Hu Yu who was in free fall. Time and space seem to stand still at this moment.

At the same time, in another fantasy world, the same person named Hu Yuren, who also died unexpectedly, was asked several of the same questions

"Mother and wife fall into the water, who do you save first?"

"Save your uncle!" Hu Yu replied casually.

But no one thought that this might be the most correct answer he had ever given in his life.

"Okay, good, what I'm looking for is a self-sacrificing person like you" This voice seemed to approve of Hu Yu.

"I am the god in charge of fraternity and sharing, are you willing to spread the fire of fraternity and sharing?"

"Willing, willing"

In this way, Hu Yu inexplicably became the chosen one, and what kind of answer did the other Hu Yu make? In fact, it doesn't matter anymore.

In fact, you think that there is nothing wrong with Hu Yu making a casual nonsense answer, but how can such a nonsensical answer not be a correct answer? It is almost impossible to save the mother or the wife first for this question. Some people may say that if your girlfriend is gone, you can find another one, but the mother who gave birth to you and raised you is just that, and the law also stipulates that there is a natural obligation to help the mother, but in some cases, another woman is not necessarily just a girlfriend, that may be the mother of your child, and the person you will live with for the rest of your life.

In a sense, Hu Yu chose to save other people, to save an almost irrelevant person, which happens to be in line with the teachings of the god of "fraternity and sharing", but in fact this is an escape, an escape to answer this question that has to be decided, because there is no proper answer to this false proposition!

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No one knows when the Pandaria continent existed, but for as long as people can remember, they know that on the continent of Pandaria, the dark race and the human alliance have been engaged in endless battles.

Although the dark race and humanity as a whole are two very different opposites, the undercurrent is surging, and the smuggling trade is endless. As one of the two major empires, the kingdom of Narnia has major princes stationed on the borders of the empire, grabbing huge profits. The sky is high and the emperor is far away, as long as it is not too much, the imperial capital will also turn a blind eye.

And Hu Yu's father is the weakest of the four princes, and Prince Victor, who is far away in the south, controls the largest number of mage towers. Prince Zack to the west is close to the steppe and has the most powerful iron horseman. The northern forest of Prince Andrew is home to the Grand Druid King, Sky City. And in the east, Prince Hu Zhentian, that is, Hu Yu's father, only had the largest infantry. Tens of thousands of troops waved their troops past, although the momentum was huge, but everyone knew that no matter how many soldiers could fight a great mage, a fiery hellfire could easily run over the soldiers' bodies.

Although weak, Prince Hu Zhentian has a natural advantage, that is, the queen of the current King Alexander is the daughter of the Zhentian family. As the queen, she not only handles ** affairs, but also manages some government affairs in an orderly manner, so she also has a considerable right to speak in the court.

Every winter, the queen always has to go back to her mother's house to see, this is the custom of the Oriental Plain, every Oriental person, in the cold season, always get together, talk about the harvest of the year, singing and laughing. And this winter, the queen returned with Princess Vivien, the proud daughter of the sky, born to the previous queen, who studied magic in the south since she was a child, and became a magician at a young age, extremely willful and arrogant. In order to escape the marriage with the Kalva Empire, he pestered the queen to the East.

And Hu Yu is the third son of Prince Zhentian, and also the most wasteful son, the eldest brother is known for martial arts, and the second brother is famous for literature, but Hu Yu is notorious for liking to spend time and drink beside the door, if it were not for Prince Zhentian's prohibition of children and grandchildren to marry wives before they reach adulthood, it is estimated that Hu Yu has been full of wives and concubines.

Prince Zhentian has old injuries and poor health, while Hu Yu's eldest brother Hu Wei and second brother Hu Tian are intriguing all day long, and they all covet the position of head of the family. Only Hu Yu was happy to look for flowers and willows everywhere, and unattended ended up making a big mistake.