Now, even with all his strength clenched into his fists, all Adama can do is lower his eyelids and raise them.

Strangely, he was fully awake and within an hour of his coma, a freeze-like utter numbness enveloped his entire body.

There seemed to be a weighing weight on his tongue, and another of them pressed against his chest.

Adama couldn't even say goodbye to his daughter, it was the only thing in the world that he could miss, the only thing that could revive him.

Sasha stopped smiling.

She dreamed of something that scared her, curled up in a ball, hugged herself tightly with both hands, and frowned.

As a child, every time Adama saw her daughter like this and knew that she was haunted by some nightmare, he would wake her up.

But now, all he had left was enough energy to blink an eye.

I'm tired of blinking and blinking.

In order to survive until Sasha woke up, he had to continue the struggle.

He's been fighting for more than twenty years, every day, every minute, and he's *** tired.

Tired of insisting, tired of covering, tired of hunting, tired of proving, tired of pretending hopeful, tired of lying.

Adama was tired of fighting.

There were only two wishes left in his fading consciousness:

He wanted to look at Sasha again, to look into her eyes, to hope that the young man would take good care of her, and that he wanted to be at peace, to rest in peace.

But neither wish came true......

Alternating with reality are fragments of his past time, which constantly flashback before his eyes.

He has to make a final decision, whether to conquer or surrender, to take revenge or to repent......

The Guards straightened their ranks.

They were all to be under the command of Adama, and each of them was determined to die, ready to break through the crowd and shoot at the unarmed people.

As the last undefeated station master and the head of the Allied forces, Adama has the authority to say everything. @

His decisions are impeccable, and any orders he gives must be carried out without hesitation.

He takes full responsibility for everything, and he always does.

If he abdicates now, the station will go into anarchy, and then it will be incorporated into the expanding Red Empire.

They are constantly moving their borders outward, bringing more and more territory under their power.

If the order is given to shoot at the insurgents, then the power will remain in his hands – perhaps temporarily.

That way he might not be tortured and executed by the public.

Adama jerked his gun, and a second later, his team raised their guns almost synchronously.

From the scope, you can see that the crowd is going crazy, and it is not the *** of hundreds of people, but the faces of the same people, thousands of heads.

Bared teeth, wide eyes, clenched fists, are they still human?

Adama pulled the trigger, and his team fired at the same time.

It's a time when life hangs by a thread.

He lifted the barrel of the gun, pressed the trigger, and lime scattered from the muzzle of the gun.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

He ordered the soldiers to lay down their arms, disarm and take a step forward on their own.

It was his last choice.

Memories finally let him go.

Sasha was still asleep.

He took his last breath, trying to wake his daughter to say goodbye to her, but he couldn't lift his eyelids.

At the same time, the ever-unchanging darkness turned into a blue sky before him, and the blue sky was as bright as his daughter's eyes.

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Sasha's father once said that there is nothing more precious in the world than human life.

For him, this sentence is not an empty cliché, nor is it a truth that women and children know.

Sasha's father had never thought that it would be without benefit to be the youngest commander in a subway station.

When people are 20 years old, they can no longer look superficially at such things as killing people and death.

The whole life is like a game, as if if you accidentally die, you can play it again.

It is no accident that all the armies of the world are filled with former cadets.

But the commander who commands thousands of young people who are addicted to the game of war must see the people who fought and died as mere blue and red arrows on the map.

Only those who are numb to the legs torn from the torso, the intestines that flow out, and the cracked skull can command the army well.

The commander had to make a decisive decision whether to sacrifice a regiment or a company.

Once upon a time, her father treated his enemies with contempt and treated himself as well, always hoping that others would impress him and challenge him with all sorts of tasks.

He wasn't rash, but there was a little bit of inconsiderate thought in all his actions.

He is smart and hard-working, but he is a little indifferent to life, he does not feel the essence of life, he does things without thinking about the consequences, and he is not condemned by his conscience.

Yes, he had never shot at a woman or a child, but he had dealt with deserters with his own hands, and was the first to go to the point of permanent fire.

He is also insensitive to the sensation of pain.

Broadly speaking, he is quite indifferent to anything and everyone.

Later, he met Sasha's mother.

She used her indifference to conquer this man who was accustomed to victory.

The only weakness that made him pick up a machine gun and fight was his pursuit of fame and fortune. @·error-free start~~

It was this lust for power that led him to launch another adventurous onslaught, this time for a long time.

In the past, he never had a heart for love, and it was often the woman herself who fell at his feet.

The meekness of the women spoiled him, and he always had time to get out of love with every girlfriend and lose interest in those women who deserved sympathy.

His fierce assault and fiery eyes blinded the girls and blinded them.

Few of them could think of the age-old trick of dealing with men at the right time in such a situation - to make them wait before they met him.

But she didn't have a crush on him.

His costume, fame, and exploits on the battlefield and in love did not interest her.

She didn't respond to his gaze, just nodded in response to the joke he was trying to tell.

Taking her down was seen by him as a crucial challenge, more important than conquering the neighboring station.

He later realized that the intimacy with her seemed to fade over time, and that conquering her could be a new mark on the butt of his gun.

She often gave him the opportunity to spend a whole day with her, even if it was only for an hour, he would be satisfied.

Sometimes, even if she came, it was only to torture him a little.

Satisfying pleasures and small joys that cannot be obtained in other men.