Longmen Memoirs

Later, the arrival of Patriot interrupted her conversation with Froststar. Later, she and Patriot talked a lot about the idea of ​​going south at that time, and Patriot was unwilling to listen to that.

The patriots felt that she was too ambitious and unrealistic. They felt that she had not thought about what they would face when they went south. She only thought of the benefits of going south, but did not seriously think about whether they could persevere and how they should go about it. Get those.

At that moment, at this moment.

Patriots speak for themselves.

[At least the hopes we create before we die can be left to others...]

[Also, if we can overthrow the current infected system in Ursus... everything will change. 】

Tallulah could no longer express her original answer to the Patriot.

Only now did she understand that their deaths could be so understated and insignificant. What else could they leave behind? What could they rely on to overthrow Ursus' existing system? They couldn't even manage a division. deal with.

If they die here, nothing will be left.

Tallulah thought that she finally understood why the Patriot turned away in the first place, because after witnessing the result of the real battle with Ursus, she could no longer bear the thought of someone using such irresponsible words in her ears. Her so-called ideal.

But Tallulah knew how to answer now.

"Yes." She looked at Shuangxing without hesitation.

"I still insist."

"Well, I want you to ensure that our deaths are meaningful."

"I promise."

"Not to me, not to yourself, Tallulah, but to yourself, you will still continue to insist on your own ideas."

"I promise, Froststar, you are also my brother and sister, you all are."

Chapter 1: Go straight to the point

18:17 pm on the 45th

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Seventeen kilometers east, wasteland

The huge hull of the land speeder lies on the ground, and the steel behemoth roars silently, as if to declare the people's resistance and unyielding in the face of natural disasters on this land.

This concept, which has been gradually distorted and misinterpreted at some point, is like an infected person. The original intention of building a mobile city and contacting the Source Stone has undergone fundamental changes.

They do not hesitate to use the most vicious words and eyes to treat ordinary people infected with Originium Disease, and they do not mind driving these people out of the mobile city built on the flesh and blood of infected people.

Every time the mobile city advances one meter, an ordinary person must be infected with Originium Disease. Although this statement is exaggerated, it is not unfounded.

Suffer all kinds of harsh criticism and experience all kinds of suffering.

People don't realize that the infected are just a microcosm of themselves, and what happens to the infected will happen to them sooner or later.

They are perpetrators and they will be victims.

People are always unwilling to think too far. They are used to thinking about themselves, looking at the present, and passing on false information without distinguishing between right and wrong. They are used to accepting the truth that most agree on, and they never dare to think independently, and they are also afraid of independent thinking.

If the same thing happens too many times, they become accustomed to it.

...It’s not their fault.

Chen Mo sighed, took off the communicator and threw it on the ground.

The shield guards held back the main force in front of Ursus, while Tallulah and the infected in several other formations blocked the way of the supporting troops.

The crossbowman dropped the long-range artillery that supported the battlefield.

Now the fighting continues, and people are dying every minute.

Within visual range, several vanguard battalions of Ursus have already made their respective deployments. It is only a matter of time before the infected are defeated.

Chen Mo knew that they had tried their best. Facing the Ursus regular army whose numbers, equipment and training were better than his own, they could do this, and Chen Mo couldn't demand too much from them.

The Ursus naval guns disrupted their original plan to hold back the Ursus army. At this moment, there was no way to retreat. If they did not want to be chased by the Ursus and wiped out bit by bit, We must make a decisive decision and take advantage of our own strength to compete with Ursus' army.

The contempt of the Ursus army doomed their defeat, and it was difficult for such tactics to be repeated again.

Chen Mo was unwilling to spend too long with the Ursus army here, and his purpose was never to defeat this army, otherwise the Ursus army's subsequent retaliation would be even more violent.

What he wanted was that the Ursas had no energy left to continue the pursuit, and what he wanted was that the Ursas were unwilling to continue the pursuit without losing more than the gain. However, the purpose of the Ursas was to completely annihilate them, and they even did not hesitate to use land warships for this purpose.

The central command position of the Ursus Division has been exposed to a defensive gap, and several vanguard military camps have been dispersed and fought independently.

Maybe this day will come eventually and is inevitable.

Perhaps it was just the constant deaths of soldiers that made Chen Mo no longer dare to bet on the future with their sacrifices.

Perhaps it was just that after returning to Longmen at the end, he gradually gained a touch of humanity, and after meeting Tallulah again, he regained his original appearance.

Or perhaps, he gave up the sacrifice of the infected in exchange for a compromised future and chose a more difficult and burdensome future.

Chen Mo wasn't sure.

Chen Mo will complete this step himself.

He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

[——I don’t believe in fate, Tallulah. 】

The blue liquid in the syringe was slowly injected into the blood vessel with pressure. Chen Mo opened up the black military uniform coat he wore to camouflage his approach to the Ursus army, and the Ursus saber traced its trajectory and fell to the ground.

He held the hilt of Juque and Thunder's sword at his waist.

[——I don’t believe that our suffering will never end. 】

The emptied injection disintegrated with a crisp sound, falling into pieces, and then scattered into ashes like fine sand just before hitting the bottom, flying away with the cold wind.

The gleaming sword blade was exposed inch by inch from the black scabbard, and the cold sword body reflected the darkness of the world.

[——Perhaps we are destined to lose a lot. These encounters and traumas will tear us apart. These wounds on our bodies can never really heal...

But we won’t always lose. 】

As the blade of the sword was exposed, countless memory fragments flashed through Chen Mo's mind. Dark scales began to cling to his fingers and spread. Iron-gray sharp nails sprouted out. The scales went up until they completely covered both arms and finally stopped spreading.

Juque Leiming was finally pulled out of the scabbard.

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

[——While losing something, we will also gain something. 】

With a heavy exhalation, clearly visible white high-temperature hot air was exhaled from his mouth, like the ferocious tentacles of some existence. He was suffering the pain of being torn apart between various internal organs, and three different forces were rushing through his body. , like three violent beasts, seemed to be about to break through the frail flesh and blood, gradually tearing apart his muscles and skin inch by inch.

[——Maybe living things seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, or maybe life is selfish and ruthless. 】

Chen Mo opened his eyes.

At that moment, He finally woke up.

The bright golden flame burned and flowed wantonly in the vertical pupil of his left eye. Wherever he looked, even the cold wind blowing on the wasteland stopped and continued to flow under the gaze of these eyes.

The air solidified in deathly silence, and a certain beating sound in the deathly silence became clearer and more powerful. Blood flowed rapidly in the blood vessels and was mixed with strong Originium components, crazy and violent.

They scramble to integrate into every nerve and penetrate every cell.

[——Even if a person is alive, suffering, setbacks, and difficulties will never end, but a person's life is not going nowhere, and everything he does is not in vain. 】

Chen Mo bent his legs.

The headquarters of the Ursus Division was clearly visible in the line of sight.

[——Tallulah, you have to believe, believe in those things that you always insist on and implement. 】

The golden flame solidified violently, and the roar shook the entire land. The hard frozen soil under the feet instantly cracked and disintegrated, and the black figure dragged the golden stream of light like a sharp arrow across a distance of several hundred meters.

Looking down from above, he flew straight past the shield guards and Ursus forward camp without any pause.

Just like the torrent of a river bursting its banks, it is unstoppable and irreversible.

[——If so... maybe one day you will be able to realize the original vision in your heart... to bear, to understand, to bear the setbacks and pains encountered, to understand people's expectations and desires, then you can overcome misfortune and suffering. 】

The shield guards and forward barracks who were fighting stopped briefly.

"What it is?"

"It seems to be a person...he is heading towards the warship!"

"Whatever it is, stop him!"

"It's going too fast, we can't keep up."

"Quickly...contact the command center!"

"It's too late, he's going to hit me!"

"That's a... warship in front of you!?"

The shield guards stopped, and the stop of Ursus' vanguard camp finally gave them a moment of respite. At the same time, they stared at the golden stream of light passing by them.

"Captain, then..."

The words of the shield guard were drowned by the roar that followed. The stream of light sank into the direction of the battleship from the side. The huge land speeder trembled and was suddenly cut open. The giant steel beast was cut from the middle under the eyes of everyone on the battlefield. fracture.

In front of Chen Mo, there were countless falling steel parts from the land cruiser, and behind him, there were a series of explosions and fires caused by the bottoming out of the land cruiser carrying cannonballs.

His sword rested steadily on the neck of Chmerkov, the commander of the Ursus Kosher Division. The black scales spreading on his arms undulated slightly as if breathing. At the same time, the communication of the forward battalion was frozen in the command center. The signal sounded in the hands of the signal soldier.

"Command center, an unknown target is attacking you, command center, command center...reply immediately after receiving it."

The cold golden pupils turned slightly.

The communicator whose eyes were locked trembled, and subconsciously turned off the communicator that kept ringing.

"Tell your troops, Ursans, that you are defeated."

[——Tallulah, no one in this world lives purely for the so-called fate. 】

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The atmosphere solidified, and the ammunition explosion of the Ursus warship illuminated the entire dark sky of the battlefield. The forward battalion wanted to turn back to the command center that had been cut off from communications.

The patriots who saw their intentions clearly raised their halberds.

"Follow my orders... Shield Guards, march... to stop them."

The sudden change and the attack on the rear command center of Ursus revived the morale of the shield guards and guerrilla fighters who had been suppressed. Although they could not see clearly what flew over just now, the Ursus army seemed extremely powerful. Worried, the originally solid formation began to loosen.

"These damn bastard infected people! Hold on to your formation, intercept them, kill them all, attack! Attack!"

The sound of the trumpet cuts through the night.

The shield guards and military formations of both sides collided fiercely again. Compared with the last time Ursus was unwilling to increase casualties, the battlefield that broke out now was more fierce, more cruel, and more bloody.

There was no time to care about the fallen people. The shield guards formed a front line of patriots and continued to advance straight forward. Soldiers from both the enemy and ours continued to fall in the fire of exploding ammunition, and were trampled into flesh by the two shield guards wearing heavy armor. foam.

Armor, weapons, and every inch of the body were stained with blood and minced meat that made it impossible to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. The soldiers lost their thinking and rationality, and were left with nothing but killing over and over again, endless killing, until the steel blades were curled, until the armor broken.

Until all enemies are dead.

They won't stop.

The tenacious and tenacious fighting spirit of Ursus soldiers taught a bloody lesson to all the infected people on the battlefield. The opponents they faced were no more weak-willed than they were, and the opponents they faced also had a firm and unyielding will to fight.

They both survive on the cold, vast and barren soil of Ursus, and they also face various severe challenges for survival. The people of Ursus will not put down their weapons just because the enemy is infected. People will also not be shaken by whether they suffer heavy suffering.

"Tell your troops, Ursans, that you are defeated."

When facing that eye that seemed to be burning with fierce golden flames, even the will of the Ursus soldier, who was famous for his tenacity and unyieldingness after having experienced hundreds of battles, wavered for a moment.

Chemerkov gritted his teeth, breathed heavily, and sweat overflowed his forehead for a moment. He tried hard to break away from the majestic oppression of being stared at by the ancient evil beast.

"You...infected person, you actually rushed here." The clenched fingers kept trembling. No one understood the horror of that feeling better than Chmerkov, who was looking directly at him. Every word he spoke became... It is extremely difficult and requires great courage.

"...You...are the...commander of this infected group, but...I will not...surrender. Ursus will never surrender to a despicable...bastard! Can you...kill me?" , my soldiers will kill you... all the infected people... and crush your bodies... into pieces, haha... Come, kill me."

He smiled with difficulty and was covered in sweat. The unyielding Ursus soldiers finally allowed him to break free from fear.

"Despicable...infected person!"

Before he could finish his words, the tip of the knife from behind penetrated his chest. The Ursusian lowered his gaze in disbelief, and the tip of the knife was stained with his scarlet blood.

"How dare you...you...Ikarev! How dare you...betray!!"