"Of course, even if life is bitter, no one will want to give up."
Angers smiled and motioned to the boy in front of him to get out of the way, "Get out of the way, kid, my target is not you."
"But your target is the general."
The young man also smiled without giving in.
He pulled out the spear that had been stuck in the snow beside him, swung it, and drew a long horizontal line on the snow.
"The general gave me half a roll of cigarettes, so I had to stop you."
"Just because of these half a cigarette, is it worth it?"
Angers sighed slightly, reached into his breast pocket and took out a folding knife.
The folding knife was slowly opened. In the dark night, the knife glowed with a suffocating cold light.
"If I think it's worth it, it's worth it."
The young man stood with his gun across his shoulder, with no fear in his eyes.
"As long as you get out of the way, I can end this war."
Angers raised the folding knife in his hand.
The direction the knife pointed was towards the center of the camp, which was the goal of his trip, and now there was a young man between him and the goal that he admired a little.
"Are you saying the war will end once the general dies?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, "Hahahahahaha——"
"why are you laughing?"
Angers was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
"Of course the war will end."
The young man's spear was aimed at Angers, and his muscles were tense, ready to go.
"But it's definitely not because of you and me, and certainly not because of the general."
As the words fell, Feng Xue was penetrated.
The sharp spear pierced the air, the sonic boom masked the roar of the wind, and stabbed towards Angers head.
This was a blow that could surpass the limit of ordinary people's reaction speed, but it was a pity that he was facing Angers.
"well……"
The sigh gradually lengthened.
Time seemed to stand still.
The expression on Ange's face became indifferent. Looking at the almost motionless spear, he shook his head helplessly.
Just a slight movement of his feet avoided the trajectory of the spear.
In a world that seemed to be still, he avoided the trajectory of the spear and approached the man holding the gun.
One step, two steps, three steps, he raised the folding knife in his hand.
This would be a painless death.
No one can feel any pain from a knife cut in this almost stationary time.
However, when his knife was about to touch the young man's neck, he felt that something was wrong.
The gun path is wrong.
Because time almost stood still, it was almost difficult to detect whether the spear was still moving forward.
"Good boy!"
A surprised smile appeared on Ange's face.
The gun changed its trajectory at some point, perhaps before he activated Time Zero.
This young man seemed to have predicted his actions.
The spear was vibrating rapidly with an undetectable amplitude, which was caused by the sudden withdrawal under high-speed thrust.
The angle of the boy's wrist had already changed before he got closer. The length of the handle did not thrust forward, but moved laterally towards his current position.
Just because time has slowed down does not mean that the kinetic energy has disappeared. Even if the spear seems to be so slow, once it comes into contact with him, the power is unimaginable.
If he hadn't noticed this young man's little move, and if Time Zero had been released at the moment of killing the opponent, and the time flow rate had resumed, the horizontally moving spear would have hit him hard.
It's a pity that there is no if in this world.
"Pity."
Angers sighed.
It had been a long time since a human had been able to surprise him, let alone such an immature boy.
If such a boy grows up, he will definitely be like his best friend Lu Shanyan, right?
He seemed to see the shadow of his former best friend in this young man, with the same skin color, the same firm eyes, and the same passion for fighting for the country.
As a result, he hesitated a little when he drew the knife.
In his eyes, this was originally a meaningless battle, a meaningless war.
He could actually bypass this young man and go directly to take the enemy general's head, but he could not lose these admirable warriors.
"Puff-puff-"
Two streams of blood spattered and were condensed by the wind and snow almost instantly.
Unfortunately, neither of these two streams of blood belonged to Angers.
At this moment, Angers had come behind the young man and put away his folding knife.
"Buzz——"
After the flow of time resumed, the spear was swung and made a harsh buzzing sound.
Snowflakes splashed on the boy's face and chest.
The severe pain caused him to swing the gun out of shape, but he still gritted his teeth and completed the action, but failed to hit the target.
There was a ferocious scar on his face, running from his face to his eyes, and a fatal wound on his chest, which penetrated the left chest to the heart.
"bass--"
The spear was stuck in the snow, and the young man's figure stood erect.
"you lose."
Angers put away his folding knife and walked slowly towards the gate of the camp.
"Yeah, I lost. But you're a loser too."
In the distance where the young man was facing, the sky was dyed red by the flames of the flare gun.
He looked at the flames that were the same color as the national flag, grinning brightly and proudly.
Angers turned back in confusion.
He also saw the signal. In his impression, their troops had no intention of sending such a signal, and it was completely unnecessary.
When the opponent is completely overwhelmed in terms of equipment and troops, it is simply embarrassing to send out a distress signal and the like.
At this moment, he finally understood what this young man said.
It was not them, nor the general sitting in the military camp, who ended the battle, but this 'miraculous' army.
"I actually never quite understand, this is not your land, why are you so desperate?"
Angers gave up the idea of continuing to the military camp because the war was over.
He walked to the young man and stood side by side with him, looking at the red burning in the sky.
"Because further ahead, it is our hometown..."
The boy's voice became weaker and weaker, disappearing in the wind and snow like time was flowing.
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The sudden majestic aura made both Yue Xiangtong and Yue Yaowen in the room feel a little nervous.
They swallowed and looked at each other involuntarily, the same doubt flashing in their eyes.
"What happened to him suddenly?"
This seemed to be the first time they had seen this man in such an excited state.
The fighting spirit burning in Yue Xiao's eyes seemed like the night when the wind and snow melted decades ago.
There were failures, but he had never experienced a "defeat" in his many years as a soldier. Even when facing an enemy like Angers, the final victory still belonged to them.
This was originally a carefully prepared assessment, but such a big mistake occurred during the process. Such an 'accident' aroused his long-lost 'competitiveness'.
And his competitive spirit only means victory, not failure.
This is considered a 'bad habit' brought over from the battlefield.
Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. Just fight back after losing for a while.
But the final victory must be theirs.
Because nothing can repay those heads and blood except victory.
Because no one can disturb the tranquility bought by these heads and blood, no matter who it is.
