The battlefield is filled with all kinds of sounds, the roar of the Zerg and the roar of humans.
A steady stream of Imperial warriors rushed into the battlefield, only to be quickly overwhelmed by the larger number of Zerg.
The soldiers are brave and fearless, and the Zerg are tireless.
But what is this war fought for?
What is the belief and honor of homeland where countless lives are lost?
Brahman does not understand and cannot understand.
Now he is just an aimless traveler.
He stood there quietly, witnessing the scene of the two torrents constantly impacting together.
He couldn't help but wonder, is the existence of life really meaningful?
From birth to death, this is a necessary process, and it is a fate that no one can escape.
So what is the difference between earlier and later?
Along the way, he has witnessed too many misfortunes and the withering of too many lives.
"Mother"'s sharp and childish voice was full of panic, and a seven or eight-year-old child was thrown out of the insect swarm.
"Muka, walk quickly, walk quickly," the loud shouts were instantly drowned by the swarming sea of insects.
The sprayed plasma reflected the reluctant eyes of this great mother, and everything turned into bloody fragments.
"Mother" the child screamed crazily and struggled towards the sea of insects.
What was on his immature face was not the innocence that should be expected at such an age, but the despair and exhaustion that can only be possessed by people who are suffering.
Stili.
The child finally rushed into the sea of insects and was instantly submerged without a trace.
Since you are going to die eventually, why bother living?
Brahma's pupils reflect the misery of all sentient beings.
This poor child, if his ending is destined to be a painful death, then why should he go through those more painful lives?
"Ah" an angry roar interrupted Fan's thoughts, and violent "waves" suddenly appeared in the endless sea of insects, soldiers wearing imperial military police uniforms.
He rushed out holding the injured child.
The soldier was covered in blood, but he still held the child tightly, and would rather die than let go.
The soldiers rushed left and right.
His bravery finally gave them a chance to survive, and the insects also realized that this man was powerful.
After chasing for a while and leaving a few bodies behind, they finally gave up.
"Let go, let go.
I want to find my mother.
I want to find my mother."
The child struggled with his limbs and showed no appreciation.
"Your mother is dead!"
the soldier yelled, and the heavy blood energy shocked the child to stop crying immediately.
"Your mother is dead."
The soldier paused for a moment, then repeated softly in a slower tone.
The child looked at the warrior in confusion, the pain and fear seemed to crush his thin body.
He could no longer bear the sadness in his heart and hugged the warrior tightly.
He burst into tears.
"Uncle, my mother is dead.
What should I do if my mother is dead?
I don't want my mother to die."
The soldier patted the child's back gently, unable to say a word.
For such a young child, his mother was the only pillar in his world.
At this time, any words of comfort were feeble.
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"Uncle, please let me go find my mother.
I can't live alone.
I can't live without my mother."
The child cried bitterly.
Every word comes from the heart.
Looking at the child's desperate and sad face, the soldier knew that he could not remain silent because the child's fate was in his hands.
"Muka.
No one will die if he leaves others.
Anyone can survive on his own.
We must be strong."
"But uncle, it's really hard to live.
Even if my mother tried her best to earn food, we still had a hard life.
Now that my mother is dead, there is no point in my life.
Since life is so painful, why can't we live in the same way?
Death is the liberation," the child choked.
The soldier's expression slowly became solemn, "Muka.
We don't live for happiness, nor do we die for relief.
We live for ourselves, for responsibility, but also for others, and for your mother."
The child was confused.
He could not understand the profound meaning contained in the soldier's words, but he understood one sentence, "Uncle Kane, my mother is dead, and I can't live for her anymore."
"No, your mother is not dead, she will always live here with you."
The soldier gently pointed to Muka's left chest, "You have to live for her and continue her life in exchange for this opportunity for you to live. , if you love your mother, you should live."
"But I see no hope of living" The painful life gave this child a far more mature character and worldview than his peers, and also brought him more hardship and suffering.
"People don't live for hope, but only by living can they see hope."
The child thought in a daze, and after a long time, he said, "Uncle, I want revenge.
I want to kill all the bugs.
As long as I live, can I really see these hopes?"
"Yes."
The soldier replied decisively, "As long as you live, there will be hope for everything."
"Will tomorrow be better?"
"Tomorrow will only be better" The immature child finally wiped away his tears and left the warrior's arms with strength, "Uncle Kane, there are some things you said that I don't understand, but I will definitely remember them."
The warrior smiled softly and touched Child's head.
Fan silently watched everything happening in front of him, thinking deeply.
"If this child lives for his mother, then who am I for?"
Looking at the endless killing sea of insects, another face appeared in Fan's heart, a blurry face with sapphire-like pupils, "Is it you?"
Fan sighed softly.
"Sir, can you help me take care of this child?
This line of defense cannot be without me.
I have to go back.
If I am still alive after this war, you can take this child to the gendarmerie to find me.
My name is Kane, Kane Benzel, many people know me."
Kane looked sincerely at Fan who had been standing quietly not far away.
"Kane."
Van muttered softly.
"Thank you."
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He thanked him without any reason.
"What?"
Kane was confused for a moment.
"Have a good rest and take this child with you."
Fan said as he walked towards the front line step by step.
"But" Kane's words were still in his throat, and he was immediately choked by what happened in front of him.
The hand rises and the knife falls.
The bright green insect liquid splashed on his cheeks and dripped slowly along the outline of his face.
The ferocious insect head rolled to his feet.
There were four clear white marks on the head.
Kane was shocked beyond measure. .
Fan Xianting was strolling around, his broad back was so tall at this time, and the black short knife in his left hand was so sharp and firm.
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