"Brother Wu" Xiao Ming wailed in his heart, but before he had time to mourn, the same bad luck befell the No. 2 ship.
Similarly vulnerable and torn into pieces, Xiao Ming clearly sensed a fat figure flying into the air and turning into ashes.
"Second Brother" Xiao Ming felt that his heart was torn into pieces.
He watched two sworn brothers die in front of his eyes.
He could do nothing but watch.
Next, it was the turn of ship No. 3, the guerrilla ship where Rose and Wanruo, the loves of his life, were located.
He opened his eyes desperately, even if he was immediately burned blind, he still wanted to take one last look at the two women he loved most.
As if they had a telepathic connection, two pretty faces reddened by the flames were lying on the melting porthole.
They were not afraid of the monstrous flames and the violent shock waves, but just looked at the man they loved most in their lives.
Perhaps, for both of them, being watched by their lovers while they die is also a kind of happiness.
Xiao Ming saw the most painful, miserable and unbearable scene in his life The hands of the two wives merged with the porthole they were attached to.
The soft and slender little hands in the memory smoked and blistered until their bones were exposed, and the two pretty faces also smoked and blistered.
It seemed that in order to let her husband leave the last beautiful memory, the two women kept smiling, smiling amidst the torn apart ship hull.
"Wife" Xiao Ming's eyes shed blood and tears, and they were dried before they came out of the eye sockets.
He closed his eyes again in grief, not because he was afraid of being burned blind, but because he couldn't bear to watch the beautiful faces in his memory turn into skeletons and ashes.
A red shadow blocked Xiao Ming's front.
This was the No. 4 ship.
This was the second battalion commander's last effort to protect his most beloved commander.
Then, his ears caught a high-pitched and sad voice: "Third brother, I love you."
It was Jingchun who shouted out her last words before she died.
Xiao Ming's legs could no longer support him, and he knelt down in the red and hot ashes everywhere.
He cut off his hearing, closed the pores in his body, and completely cut off his five senses.
Only the dynamic map in his mind was left, worrying about the last moment.
The lover and brother Gong Er and Wang Kun are on the tomorrow number.
There is nothing greater than grief.
His heart has become numb.
His world has collapsed.
He just wants to die and follow his lover, brothers and sisters.
"To live is to be willing to give up all your flesh and blood for the love in your heart", this is a joke, a big joke The person he loved and cared about the most died in front of him when he was at his strongest.
There was nothing he could do.
Is this God's punishment for him?
He used nuclear bombs more than once, destroying the black market, raiding the Castle of the Sun, and destroying the port city-state.
He has listened to the sweet sound of nuclear explosions churning like thunder underground, and has also appreciated the wonderful moment of mushroom clouds rising from the ground.
He has never thought about how desperate the people inside them must be.
He knows now, this is his retribution Xiao Ming felt like he was surrounded by flames, as if he were in an incinerator, and the shock wave was about to tear his dry body apart.
His stream of consciousness, along with the annihilation of hundreds of thousands of nuclear corpses around him, collapsed at a geometric rate of decline, and his connection with the tens of millions of nuclear corpses across Europe was cut off.
Until only his individual consciousness is left and he becomes a loner.
So what, if you lose the person you care about most, even if you have the world, it will still be a miserable world.
Xiao Ming's mind went blank, and he felt like he had turned into a cloud, rising upwards, passing through countless pillars of fire flying up and down, and rising to a high altitude, becoming one with his God's perspective outside the world, looking down at the earth.
A huge mushroom cloud is forming, spreading in all directions along the horizontal direction, and the fire on the ground is also converging into a sea of fire and spreading in all directions.
This is an out-of-body experience.
Are you going to die?
Brothers and sisters, Meigui, Wanruo, Jingchun, Xiaowu, Fatty, and the Second Battalion Commander, see you in Huangquan: