The three sentences were like three hard stones that jumped out of the air, smashed to the ground, and then bounced back. Even if they finally shattered, they would not be deformed in the slightest.
Huaicao Shi was silent for a moment. She, who was confident and arrogant under her ordinary face, didn't care about Xu Le's impassioned expression on the hospital bed. Just listening to these three tough sentences, she couldn't help but feel a little wary. It means that if the soldiers of the Federation are all such tough people, the war that is coming soon will not be easy to fight.
"I promised you to die with dignity." She put down the coffee cup in her hand, looked at his emaciated face and said slowly: "Since you think this method of death has no dignity, and you have decided on another one The way, I have to admit. A paralyzed prisoner, if you can't provide the empire with corresponding benefits, the empire will naturally not be able to support you in vain."
"I can't say that I look forward to that day, because no one is not afraid of death, but since that day is bound to come, it doesn't make much sense for you to say this."
Far away from his hometown of Xinghe, and alone in the depths of the empire's enemy, Xu Le, whose life and death are uncertain or destined to die, seems to have recovered some shadows of the orphans in Bell Tower Street in his last days. He raised his brows. , looked at Huaicao Shi with a playful smile: "It's just that you won that game."
"The game between you and me was unfair from the beginning." Huai Cao Shi replied, then took out a pamphlet and asked, "This is what I found from you when you were captured, can you explain it? ?"
Xu Le glanced at the old booklet, and his thoughts instantly returned to the planet full of ice and snow in a cinematic manner.
He was captured to the Imperial Sky Jingxing. He never glanced at the sky of the enemy's base camp. He only saw the endless darkness and the white ceiling of the ward. The people around him were all enemies, and the air was filled with the smell of a foreign land. At any moment in life, I miss everything that happened in the past.
The subordinate brothers of the seventh group, the team of the Nutshell Engineering Department, the mecha group moving forward silently in the snow and ice, he even misses the monster Tie Qi Division trained by Du Shaoqing, the highland valley of 3320, the glacial forest of 5460, lost in the wind and snow The road and the deep pit beside the road, the corpses of countless federal civilians in the pit, the diary of an imperial officer's army officer, and the gray eyes of a little federal girl who can't close...
"I think you have already read this booklet." Xu Le replied: "This officer named Arthur was shot by your own people because he was unwilling to execute the expeditionary force's massacre order. I have to say, He's the first Imperial man I wouldn't describe as a beast."
Huaicao Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, her coldness gradually faded, but she did not speak.
Xu Le didn't seem to feel the cold eyes at all, so he frowned and said, "You asked me about my unwillingness earlier, but I am really unwilling to do so."
He calmly looked directly into Huaicao Shi's eyes and said, "You are the butchers in the universe. It is my great regret that you cannot be completely eliminated."
After being silent for a moment, Huai Cao Shi shook his head, and said with a slight mockery: "I thought that I would take you to Liban to read our textbooks, and you would have a relatively objective and clear understanding of history, but I didn't expect that it was still a brainwashed by the Federation. waste."
"Don't you think it's absurd that Her Royal Highness the princess of the empire said the word brainwashing to a federal citizen? Or do you think the role of the imperial supervisory groups in the imperial expeditionary army is to direct the chorus?" Xu Le refuted bluntly road.
"This is a war." Huaicao Shi said indifferently: "There has never been a just war in the history of the universe, especially when this war happened between the Empire and the Federation, you don't have any moral bargaining chips."
"War is of course just war, which George Carlin has said many times." Xu Le stared into her eyes and said, "But war is definitely not the massacre of civilians."
"Not all the troops of your federation are moral role models like you." The mockery on the corners of Huai Cao's lips was even more serious: "If you read the history of the empire's resistance to aggression, you can find countless examples that illustrate your Those comrades in arms are actually not much different from the beasts."
Xu Le was silent for a long time, and replied in a calm voice: "Wrong is wrong, it has nothing to do with who the wrong person is and which camp they are."
"If you encountered such a thing in the army, how would you deal with it?" Huaicaoshi looked at him like an idiot.
"I don't know." Xu Le replied honestly, "But don't misunderstand that I'm playing a moral pretense at this time. I've always lived according to my living habits, whether it's assassinating Medellin or fighting you on the Xilin frontline. , I simply thought, these things should be done... so I did."
"Prince Delin is the most outstanding member of the royal family in the history of the empire, and also my uncle." Huaicao Shi said calmly.
"Thank you." Xu Le said seriously. In two very simple sentences, he knew the true identity of the seed of the empire who died under his pen, and he also understood that he who killed Medellin with his own hands could have a relatively dignified way of dying. Definitely a lot of effort.
Huaicao Shi put the imperial officer's army diary gently on the table, and then looked at the old diary cover for a long time and remained silent for a long time, wondering if he was sketching everything that happened in Xilin that year.
"The temperature in the ward is good." She woke up from her thoughts, looked at the beads of sweat on Xu Le's forehead, and said indifferently, "Do you feel hot?"
At this time, beads of sweat the size of soybeans were constantly gushing out from Xu Le's hair roots, and then dripped down the corners of his brows, instantly moistening the entire pillow. His thin cheeks were extremely pale, and his thin lips were kept shaking , but the smile in his eyes is still so natural.
"It's not hot." Xu Le's voice became more and more hoarse.
Huaicao Shi finally couldn't help frowning and shaking his head, and said, "Why endure it?"
After saying this, she turned and left the ward.
Just when the door of the ward was closed, Xu Le's spirit suddenly relaxed. Although his paralyzed body couldn't show anything, the sweat pouring out of his thick black hair suddenly increased, his brows were furrowed, and there was no smile on his face. Intentionally, his lips parted painfully, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and blood was oozing from his gums, looking extremely miserable.
Since waking up from a near-death coma, he has been suffering from tremendous pain, unable to move his body, but his inner feeling has become more acute. With his system severely damaged, he could clearly feel the pain of this kind of knife cutting flesh very sadly.
There are also those magical scorching powers that have finally broken through the obstacles. Although they are no longer suppressed by the power of Huai Cao Shi's finger, they can no longer be controlled. They are scurrying up and down in the body, incarnating into thousands of tiny hot threads. The whip whipped at every cell of his, the most subtle feeling.
It's not Ling Chi, it's better than Ling Chi, Xu Le's pain is unbearable, even if he bites his white teeth into pieces, he can't last any longer.
To die with dignity, you must first guarantee your own dignity, he insisted, so he smiled and mocked the conversation, and refused to let the muscles on his cheeks twitch with endless pain.
Sweat dripped from his body like a river, wet the pillow, wet the bedding, and wet all night, until the strange morning light of Tianjingxing seeped in from the window, and his face was extremely pale and weak, and he realized that he was suffering from that kind of pain again. fought all night.
How many people in this world can endure this kind of pain
It is not ordinary people who can endure things that ordinary people can't bear. Most of these people, as long as they don't accidentally die in their climbing career, will eventually achieve great things, because they have too strong perseverance and willingness to support them and others. Endure mortal resistance.
Xu Le could bear it because he was unwilling.
I haven't returned to the dull and boring Donglin mining area in the general's uniform to see the long-legged policewoman and the police officer named Bao Longtao in the cafe, pub, library, and health centers.
I haven't seen the men and women on S1 finish their stories, Tai Zhiyuan is not married yet, how did the white girl end? Is Zou Yu holding Xiaoliuhuohui standing downstairs waiting for people to return
He hasn't touched Jian Shui'er's black hair yet, he hasn't used Shang Qiu's greatness to warm his lonely right hand again, he hasn't returned the kindness of that beautiful girl, and he hasn't found out the truth of the uncle's death.
I haven't driven a turbocharged MXT to the road in the mid-levels of Lin to have a crazy race with the stupid sons of the councillors, and I haven't gone anonymously to somewhere crazy to sing and dance.
He hasn't forced Magnolia to cut off the annoying strands of hair floating on his forehead, and he hasn't brought Xiong Linquan to carry Darling's guns to help Da Vinci snatch his sister on the thirteenth floor home. He and Shi Qinghai were tired of singing the twenty-seven glasses of wine.
I haven't had time to tell everyone that I am Xu Le, an orphan Xu Le of Donglin, not a soldier Xu Le.
How can you be willing to die
Suicide was a battle and a whole new gamble, and when there was nothing to lose, he had to gamble with his own life.
With difficulty turning his head to look at the first willow white morning light outside the window, Xu Le was breathing quickly and tiredly, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.
In the empire, this morning light should be called fish belly white, and only dead fish will show their ugly white belly to fishermen or tourists.
He is not dead yet.
This is good.
He closed his eyes, resisted the pain with unimaginable perseverance, and breathed calmly. The thin body on the hospital bed was motionless, and the ten postures that he had cultivated since childhood began to reappear one after another in his mind.