In the end, the god of death is the only winner.

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I am in a boundless, completely dark world. It is silent here and there is no sound. This is a kind of endless loneliness.

I was seriously injured, had multiple fractures throughout my body, had severe internal organs, and had dysfunction in my brain, causing me to lose my vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch outside my right forearm. Even if the fracture can be healed, those feelings have no hope of recovery.

Time has no meaning, days, months, or years...

Even if there is someone around me, as long as I don’t touch my skin, it will be no different from non-existence. There is only the only relative who comes to accompany me in this state every day.

My mother always keeps writing on the inside of my right arm, so that I can hear various news from the outside world in the dark. When I was not used to it at first, even if I concentrate on feeling her movements, it is still difficult to tell what words she is writing. Whenever I don’t figure out what she is writing, I will wield my index finger twice to express negative words, and then she will write the written words again.

Gradually, my ability to distinguish words became stronger and stronger. Later, I could even understand her meaning immediately while she was writing. I think this method is excellent to exercise nerve reactions, if it can be cured.

If I believe what my mother wrote in my hand, I am in the hospital's warm ward. There are white walls on all sides, flowers dotted on the head of the bed, and there is a window on the right side of the bed. My mother sits on a chair between the window and the bed, and can easily get the books I like to read on the left side of the bed.

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In the last light of life, shells fell one after another, and people were constantly being lifted up by explosions, as if invisible big hands were holding them and throwing them out. The screams of the dying and the injured were endless! I pulled out my pistol with great difficulty, and I began to stagger towards the chariot that was visible in the bunker dozens of meters away. Time slowed down, and along the way were abandoned steel shell shells, shell fragments, as well as broken chariot parts and rubble, mixed with unrecognizable strips of clothes and flesh.

"Infiltration combat", "No, impossible", "It's 10km away from the front line, the enemy's full strike?" I thought tiredly while shooting, and quickly became alert. "We need to use the communication equipment in the 80-type combat vehicle to warn you right away."

The cruel battle was staged as scheduled, with individual anti-tank missiles, grenades, cluster grenades, and the crisp point shooting sound of the M-type automatic rifle and a soul-catching laser aiming instrument.

The 12 bullets were shot out in full swing, but my blood was rising. I didn't care to change the magazine and climbed up to the nearest tank. When I was eager to throw away my pistol and was about to climb up, a soldier with camouflage and digital equipment happened to jump into the chariot.

The guy reacted faster and jumped from above with a "ah" sound, and his knees were pressed heavily on my shoulders without any protection, almost making me faint from pain.

The two fell to the bottom of the chariot together, and their bodies were almost stuck together. Despite the severe pain, my mind was still very clear at this time. I quickly pulled away and rolled to the side, pulling out the saber I carried with me from my thigh.

But less than one and a half meters apart, the enemy also drew out an excellent pistol between the line of life and death, without any need to aim. As soon as I was attacking, my bright muzzle was aimed at my forehead.

Face-to-face battles on the battlefield, either you die or I die... At this moment, there is only one thought in my head: I'm dead!

When his life was hanging on the line, the gunshots of life-saving were actually heard. A bullet came into place, and the throats of the enemy soldiers were splattering blood! It inevitably touched the face, and there was a very nauseating and fishy astringent.

Seeing the soldier's eyes wide open and his face fell down unwillingly, I almost instinctively looked back. A captain's face was stained, holding an automatic rifle from somewhere, roaring in his mouth.

Only then did I realize that I had lost my hearing... I could see this Slav's face full of anxiety, obviously I was just a new friend I had been with for a week.

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No matter how deep the despair in my heart is, I don’t even have the ability to cry at this moment

To convey my sad cry to my mother who seemed to be more resilient than me, I could only swing my fingers. But can she see my sadness? In her opinion, I, who was lying on the hospital bed without expression like a mask, was just moving my fingers.

I cannot welcome the arrival of morning with my eyes. Only when I feel the warmth of the sun surround the skin of my right hand, I know that the night has passed.

The numbness when I woke up in the darkness gradually disappeared, and the feeling of my skin returned to my previous state. No matter how deep the despair I felt in my heart, I didn’t even have the ability to cry at this time!

It seems that the looming fire of souls is imprisoned in the endless and long night, which is like life imprisonment.

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Shortly after the morning arrived, I would suddenly feel my mother's hand, so I knew that she came to the ward to see me again today. She first wrote "Good Morning" on my right hand, and then I moved my index finger to respond. It was very late at night, she would write "Good Night" on my hand, and then her hand would disappear into the darkness. Whenever I was at this point, I would wonder if I had been abandoned and if my mother would never come again.

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The front-line positions built on the hills include three minefields and several air defense missile companies, while the hidden positions of the tank battalions are located about two thousand meters behind the hills.

When the forced-launched main battle tank passed through the open area behind the hill, I saw through the monitor that almost empty air defense positions under the bombardment of artillery fire. Strangely, the air defense missile company had its advanced radar to guard, but the broken vehicle components, scattered camouflage nets and the remains of friendly forces exposed all make people feel the desolation and sorrow of the defeat in the battle.

The enemy troops that had previously raided began to encounter fierce resistance. Since our infantry began to use individual shoulder missiles, the enemy low-altitude assault troops did not dare to go deep alone. Some enemy infantry fighting vehicles turned around and supported the infantry after rushing down the hill, while others deviated to encircle the rear positions of our army in the north that had not yet been broken.

I must admit that I have never had any experience in making judgments in such extreme situations, and although only about 7 or 8 friendly tank signals began to move, I still issued an order - break through the enemy's encirclement forces.

The last time I opened the data terminal in the cabin, the satellite did not receive the latest information.

"Now I announce the start of the counterattack, annihilate the enemy, break through at 6 o'clock, and the order will not change again!" Issue an attack order.

At this time, the red light in the chariot was on, "Prepare!" The Slavs seemed to shout, and the automatic bomber vibrated.

At this time, the automatically guided gunfire missile had already been fired, and I was aiming with a laser. After two explosions, the enemy chariot just shook, slowly turned the turret, and countless fires were shot out from the other chariots on both sides.

It is reaction armor! These main battle tanks that have been deployed with great difficulty were regarded as treasures and were covered with piles of reaction armor for the first time.

20 main battle tanks lined up, blocking the way. No, this is not a traditional chariot, it is under the reaction armor!!!

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I can't tell whether the night is asleep or awake. When my right hand touches my mother's soft hand again in the warmth of the sun, I can truly feel at ease.

Today, she wrote on my hands all day, telling me about the weather and the recent situation and other things.

She said that my condition will no longer worsen and there will be no complications at present. She is arranging me to receive better treatment. I have no other way except to believe my mother's words.

Apart from waiting for my mother to come every day to tell me all kinds of news, what I want to know most is time, but I can’t let her know what I want. Fortunately, when she comes to the ward to see me every morning, she will write down the date of the day on my right hand. "Today is July 3, 2091."

One morning, my mother wrote. During the day that day, guests came to the ward, and it was said that there were two people.

I could feel that he sat in front of his mother in the room, for a long time.

My mother's hand suddenly left my right wrist, and I was left alone in the dark and silent world. Not long after, my right hand touched a powerful finger of Cang Jin, which was like the touch of a middle-aged man. Soon I guessed who it was. I thought it was the lonely and crazy man who thought he was closest to God.

He wrote words on my right hand with his fingertips and told me that he and Lei had come to see me. He was comforting my mother just now.

His fingertips slid on my right hand and asked me if I was sad because I couldn't see the light world. I moved my index finger and told him yes.

"Is it painful?" the man wrote. I answered with certainty.

"Do you want to die?" I chose the affirmative answer without hesitation. According to the message provided by my mother, I rely on artificial respirators and drips to maintain my life. As long as someone stretches out his hand and turns off the switch of the artificial respirator, I will be relieved from the pain.

But I was wrong. My mother's hand suddenly appeared in my only consciousness again. She seemed to have not left me, but sat next to me. But I just didn't know. I didn't know how this world would determine my destiny...

"Sleep for a while." My mother's words are always so short. I am still thinking about the meaning behind them. Some of the touches representing letters appear in my hand immediately.

“R·e·b·o·r·n·s.”

Judging from the touch of the contact surface, it seems that the one placed on my arm is my mother's left palm, but it feels a little different from usual. When she stroked my arm with her left palm, the soft feeling she usually brought disappeared. She seemed to have made a decision as resolutely as she made a decision. As far as I know, once my mother made such a decision, she would not regret it or look back.

She always hoped that I would become such a courageous person. I also tried hard until the last moment of my life.

what happened?

The feeling of fingers disappeared and replaced by a hard object. She seemed to have taken the ring and held it in my hand. Before I could think about why, I felt something was melting into my blood...

What does these letters mean to a useless person like me?

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AD In the evening of March 1, 2090, two reconnaissance helicopters discovered an abnormality. After a long journey to the S34th Mechanized Infantry Division, they found that the division headquarters was in ruins. More than thirty minutes ago, a team of helicopters using friendly codes asked to land and refuel. The division headquarters had just changed the password and had not yet notified the divisions. They agreed without verification. However, the helicopters suddenly opened fire over the division headquarters. The division command post and dozens of docking helicopters instantly turned into fire groups, and they were still unwilling to rush to the tank battalion and air defense battalion that was turning the muzzle and operating missiles... This is the masterpiece of the enemy's air assault division. There were less than ten tanks successfully breaking through, but they boarded exactly 20 new enemy main battle tanks in 2 kilometers, and the entire army was wiped out.

The only survivor, Kadia Lada, was rescued three days later near a crater caused by a laser-guided bomb in the war zone. A year later, his injuries worsened and unfortunately died in his country. The body was donated for scientific research according to his wishes and his mother.
Chapter completed!