Chapter 1472 Sacrifice

When the torrent of war roared in the blood and fire, Huai Shi couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded.

Recalling what Ai Qing said to herself before saying goodbye.

"If possible, Huai Shi, I hope you can show mercy." She said, "Try not to kill Solomon. It would be best if you can capture him alive or as a prisoner."

Huai Shi was stunned.

It was not that he was surprised by the difficulty of this request, but that Ai Qing would actually make such a layman-like request.

If you spare an enemy like Solomon, let alone hold your hand, as long as he is allowed to breathe, there will be endless disasters.

"It's hard to hold back against an enemy of that level, right?"

Huai Shi was helpless: "This request is too much."

"Because you can do it, that's why you say that."

Ai Qing seemed to laugh and threw the problem to Huai Shi, admiring his troubled expression and feeling happy for the first time in a long time.

"What's the reason?" Huai Shi asked, "It's not like you to do meaningless things."

"If you want to say it, it should be out of curiosity. I think this is very important." Ai Qing replied: "Compared to the threats brought by Solomon, what I care more about is his motives."

"Um?"

"Why did he do this, why did he choose such an overly dangerous strategy and tactics, and... why did he give us so many opportunities."

Ai Qing recalled Solomon's resume and command record, shook her head and said: "He has more than one chance to kill all the participants, Huai Shi.

From the beginning of the regeneration plan, from the time he made the announcement, and from the time he got the list - there were many opportunities where he was close to victory, but due to various reasons, he missed it. "

"I want to know why," she said.

"Isn't it an accident?"

"For a man like Solomon, if there is a plan, there is no such thing as an accident."

Ai Qing asked bluntly: "To put it simply, you are restricted by me and cannot act independently. But what about Solomon? Since Solomon doesn't care about the consequences, then why doesn't he adopt the same idea as you?"

Too restrained and too conservative.

So much so that he seemed indecisive.

It's as if he is actively cultivating his enemies and actively promoting alliances with his opponents. Screaming and declaring to an opponent who had no chance of victory, longing for an evenly matched war.

At the same time, longing for failure...

"Well, doesn't he want to win?"

Huai Shi pinched her chin, finding it difficult to understand: "It's unlikely that after the last step, he felt that it was inappropriate to turn the current situation into a military government, right?"

"Huh?" Ai Qing seemed puzzled.

Huai Shi was also confused, not knowing what she was confused about.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Ai Qing asked as if she was suddenly enlightened: "Huai Shi, do you think that the results of the regeneration plan and what the current situation will look like are decided by us?"

Sophora japonica poems are like being struck by lightning.

"Wait, isn't it possible?" Huai Shi was stunned: "I still want to support you as the director of the command bureau!"

Suddenly, I felt heartbroken that I had lost hundreds of millions!

Then wouldn’t it be possible to recoup your risk investment?

Oh, that doesn’t seem to matter. Anyway, I don’t have much money to spend...

"..."

Seeing the change in Huai Shi's expression, Ai Qing could almost guess what this guy was feeling and what he cared about, and she suddenly became more helpless.

"From the beginning, no one said that we can control the future of the Bureau, right?"

She said: "For the regeneration plan, we are only a component of the chaos operation, and only the outermost part of it. It is the initial power source of the entire operation and the most front-end process...

Just like the function keys on the computing server, for Silver Sea, our struggle is the necessary catalyst to complete the collision of thoughts and thinking.

In the end, the plan and results of the regeneration plan are not determined by our will..."

Ai Qing had doubts about this from the beginning.

After obtaining the authority of the Archives Administration from Solomon, this point that was deliberately obscured by the Pioneer Association was further confirmed.

In order to make the 'reactants' give full play, the 'catalytic' process is completed more quickly.

They deliberately withheld this information.

Many participating organizations are more willing to regard this duel as a struggle to eliminate internal conflicts and determine the sequence, and will not object.

When Ai Qing sought verification from the historical records of the Archives Administration, she discovered that even claims and positions can be developed and expanded to gain an advantage. However, the results of previous regeneration plans, changes in the current situation, and the decision-making direction of the governing bureau are not decided by the winner. All they can do is emphasize the importance of their own claims in the process. In other words, even if Solomon wins, the military government he advocates is absolutely impossible to achieve...

"This is a sacrifice for all mankind, Huai Shi." Ai Qing sighed: "And we are the sacrifices needed for the birth of a new order."

And this, as a witness of the previous session, Solomon should know it clearly!

The future he longed for never existed.

From the beginning, all he wanted was nothingness.

.

At this moment, when the torrent of steel opened in front of the counterattacking white horse, the steel knight holding the halberd roared, smashed the fortress in front, trampled through the long street, and crossed the burning chariot, carrying the excommunication of destruction. , falling from the sky!

collapse!

The burning halberd and the huge armor in the blood fire collided together, setting off thunder that made the dark world tremble.

"Why are you unwilling to admit defeat, Solomon?"

Huai Shi looked down at the old face and asked in confusion: "You should know that you have no chance of winning!"

And Solomon was just calm.

As if he didn't care.

"Because I have already lost, Huai Shi." He replied calmly.

From the beginning, I knew from the bottom of my heart that I could not succeed. Even if I won, I would never be able to create that kind of future.

Everything you do is in vain.

However, if there is no result, can it be an excuse not to do it?

"The reason why you don't want to admit defeat?"

Solomon laughed at this: "Of course it's a war, Huai Shi."

boom!

The clouds were torn apart with a loud noise, and a formation of fighter jets burst out of the sky in bloody flames. Their cannons were locked, and missiles were dropped in the heavy rain of firepower, sowing flames of destruction.

"Did you see it, Huai Shi?" he said: "The war will continue."

"So, I have to continue, too."

For those who have died, and for those successors who fearlessly step onto the battlefield again and again and die silently.

For them...

Behind him, in the endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, the departed souls reappeared, transcending death, and the last remaining power descended from the tide of the silver sea.

Truly, the Army of the Dead.

At this moment, the dead raised their weapons again, facing the silent enemy.

Huai Shi felt suffocated.

"Look, Huaishi, this is what I have earned in my life!"

Solomon spread his arms, showing his shame and scars, and asked puzzledly: "The general wants to protect the world, but Solomon wants to protect his companions...

But why can't responsibility and me coexist? "

boom!

The giant cannon was launched, chasing Huai Shi, and burst into flames. Immediately afterwards, countless undead stepped on the fire and launched a siege.

One after another leaps into destruction.

sacrifice.

Too many sacrifices.

Even now, Solomon can still hear in his ears: the echoes of distant wars, the roars of fighting, the shouts and lamentations of those souls passing away, and the determination to rush to death with hope...

They are dead.

In the ice field, in the desert, on the battlefield, in the unknown corner.

Like withering.

Disappeared quietly.

Tens of millions of people in the past, tens of millions of people now, and tens of millions of people in the future.

There is too much suffering and torture on this road covered with blood and death. It is too far away and there is no end in sight.

Even generals who hold victory in their hands and commanders who are deeply trusted will feel despair from endless sacrifices.

But those young children, those souls full of faith and reverence for themselves, are still walking towards the battlefield and towards death.

Stop, please, stop.

No matter what you ask me to do...

Even if I can save one, that would be great!

Even if it can extend their fresh lives for another quarter of an hour...

Have you never cared?

Can you just get used to it? ! !

"So, I came here, Huai Shi."

In the spreading foehn wind, Solomon's white hair floated, with a ferocious expression like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, "I brought them here."

"I have experienced countless wars in my life..."

"This is the only time I don't want to win!"

From the beginning, he was prepared to fail.

And determination.

As long as this failure and death can give the victims who set foot on that road even a little more hope...

boom!

In the erratic rainstorm and the London night, there seemed to be a huge outline of a warship passing by between the buildings. The main gun slowly turned its angle and locked on the target.

Then, amid the loud noise, destruction fell from the sky!

"The important thing is not the so-called 'victory'."

Solomon stretched out his palms, as if pushing an iron wall, strangling his opponent cruelly, telling him: "The important thing is that you must make a sound.

Make their last cry! "

"Someone has to know-"

"We are alive," he said.

"—Then, we will die!"

Thus, the torrent of the dead came rolling in again.

Those wars and deaths were like tsunamis, drowning the enemy in front of them, again, again, and again.

But at such a critical moment of tit-for-tat, Solomon seemed to have lost his mind. He raised his head from the intermittent rain and looked at the broken clouds.

Behind the sky, it is like an ocean where all the beauty and solemnity in the world have gathered.

Infinite human wisdom looks down from the sea of ​​souls.

Looking at the longing and humble face in the rain.

Please watch, the decision-making room, the governing bureau, and even the Sea of ​​Silver, please look at me and witness my failure and death.

Please, take another look at them...

Because what they want is always that simple!

At that moment, a bloody tide opened up in the rush of fierce light.

The majestic steel behemoth rose from the stream of source material, trampled on the waves, and collided with the huge armor. The fire spread in the storm.

"Isn't this a sacrifice you don't want, Solomon?"

Huai Shi raised his head and asked again: "What you did was just turn the sacrificed person into you!"

And Solomon just looked at him.

As if smiling.

So gratifying.

"We are all sacrifices, Huai Shi."

"But we are willing," he said.

At that moment, Solomon drew his sword.

Cut it down towards Huaishi.

In the collision of swords, sparks burst out, illuminating two pairs of completely different eyes.

Also, that smile that seemed like relief.

Please weigh in, world.

This weight of sacrifice and death...

If you can be moved even a little by this, please show mercy to us!

——Today, Solomon comes looking for death!

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