All resources will become military resources in times of war, and the high-intensity graphite ore rich in the Ink Flower Planet was originally the most urgently needed resource for the war, so when the war began, the southwest mining area naturally became the southwest theater of war, becoming a hot land for the Federation and the empire to fight for, and then gradually turned into a wasteland under the trauma of gunpowder smoke and Dàn medicine.

Located in the middle of the Southwestern Theater of Operations, the city of Sare was the largest workers' settlement in the Empire's graphite mining area, and thousands of years of mining and cultural accumulation have brought a pleasant atmosphere to the city, with old buildings neatly lined up on both sides of the streets, and large plane trees peacefully stretching their broad leaves, bringing shade and happiness to those who walk in it.

Today, the city is in ruins, the tenacious plane trees have been neatly cut down by the army on which side, and dumped in the streets as a barrier, and the old buildings are painted black, with broken front teeth, and are crumbling.

After three years of fierce fighting, the sound of qiāng seemed to echo in the city for three years, without a moment's pause, the seemingly silent alley could hear a loud explosion at any time, only a few broken bell towers remained, I don't know how many snipers were hidden, looking for enemies in the gray ruined city, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

There are too many dangers hidden in the ruins, every minute a soldier in military uniform falls and then can't get up again, and occasionally a fighter is lucky enough to stand up strong, and who knows that in a few days he will actually fall again?

The original inhabitants of Ferge City had only had time to scatter a very small part of the city before the war, and many more civilians had to hide helplessly and panickedly in their homes, waiting for a rocket to blow the wedding photo and themselves into pieces at the same time, or a Union soldier rudely kicked the door open.

Three years seemed to be longer than life, and the civilians of the city were lucky enough to survive, and they hid in the cellars from panic to numbness, from anger and sorrow to numbness, from passionate excitement to numbness, numbly surviving, numbly waiting for death.

However, in recent months, even numbness has become a luxury, and the city of Ferge has turned from a hot land to a wasteland and now to a scorched earth, and the arrival of death has become more rash and casual.

In the strategy drawn up by Du Shaoqing before leaving, the Southwest Theater was identified as an important attack target to cover for the battle of the Strait, and the four federal integrated mechanics, ignoring the layers of barriers laid by the imperial side here, launched a continuous offensive with a deadly attitude, and the dense missiles tore through the gray sky, and hundreds of near-air fighters roared and dived away or fell with the tail of fire in tow.

In this terrible environment of war, it is not easy to survive like a wild dog.

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Shchedkabdanovich, an ordinary old clockmaker in Sage, rubbed his legs, which were getting worse and worse, looked at the broken vat in the corner, the wrinkles on his face became deeper than the pain, his dry and gray lips twitched slightly, and he counted how many things were left in the cellar.

All that was left in the stock was two bags of compressed biscuits, the same trophies that the old clockmaker had found on a Union soldier on the street last month when he risked his life and crawled out of the cellar in the middle of the night.

The unreleased lamp oil was almost gone, and the lamp hanging in the middle of the cellar seemed to be about to cry.

What is even more desperate is that the miniature circulating water filtration system in the corner that his son bought at a high price before the war finally stopped working after three years of perseverance.

"Azra, don't fix it, come here Grandpa, I have something to say to you. The old clockmaker looked at his granddaughter, who was busy in vain at the water platform, with a loving gaze, and said with emotion: "After your father dies, who will still fiddle with such high-class things?"

Azra was sixteen years old, with beautiful dark chestnut curls, and her eye sockets were a little sunken because of malnutrition, but she looked more and more beautiful, she looked back at the old clockmaker and said, "Grandpa, what are we going to do?"

"Old Tom's cellar hasn't been knocking for three months. The old clockmaker sighed, scratched his thinning hair, and said, "I guess they are no longer there, and I will go through the waterway at night to see if there is any left of his water tank." ”

The girl Azra frowned and protested softly: "Grandpa! That's too dangerous, your legs are inconvenient, and if you want to go, I'll go." ”

"How can you let a little girl take away the old man's job. The old clockmaker laughed, took out the hunting qiāng from the black cabinet behind him, and stood up with great difficulty.

"Grandpa, I'm sixteen years old. The girl Azra pouted unhappily.

The old watchmaker was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed deeply, and he said with irrepressible sadness: "Yes, my beautiful Azra, you have been with me, an old man, in this place where the sky is not seen for three whole years. ”

To survive in this ruined city, you only need to be strong or strong in addition to luck, so the old clockmaker did not allow himself to indulge in the harmful emotion of sadness for too long, he took a deep breath to calm himself, and then carefully checked the hunt qiāng, confirmed that the maintenance was excellent, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Azra, I've told you many times that every time you leave the cellar it's a battle. ”

The old man looked at his granddaughter lovingly, gently stroked her somewhat knotted deep curls, and said: "There are people in this city who have surrendered to the enemy, there are people who are fighting, there are people who are waiting, I am old but sometimes I can still fight those invaders, but you are a girl, you should wait." ”

The maiden Azra crouched down in front of the old clockmaker's lap and said in an affirmative tone, "I can't do anything but wait, and if I have qiāng, I can kill a few Federation people too." ”

"When you live to your grandfather and me, you will understand that everything in this world is a small matter, including war, and happy people always only need to do one thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Azra opened her wide, curious eyes, their pupils as beautiful as jewels.

The old watchmaker said in a tone of truth: "Live, as long as you live." ”

At this moment, in the corner of the cellar, there were suddenly a few dull sounds, and the old clockmaker's expression suddenly became nervous.

The muffled sound continued, and the old clockmaker listened to it with a frown, confirmed that it was a qiāng sound, and asked in a low voice, "Is the door closed?"

"Nope. Azra replied.

The old clockmaker did not bother to reprimand the girl, and motioned for her to lock the iron door at the entrance to the cellar, although the entrance was camouflaged, but there was a possibility that it would be discovered by the soldiers on the ground.

Over the course of three years, the grandfather and grandson had heard the sound of qiāng on the ground countless times, and had encountered such a situation, so the girl Azra was not nervous, and she jumped towards the door like a deer with her smudge-covered skirt.

Footsteps rang out the door.

The old clockmaker opened his mouth slightly, a look of despair appeared on his face, and subconsciously lowered his head to push open the magazine, and then touched the cold bullet beside him.

The maiden, Azra, covered her mouth in terror to keep herself from screaming and ran towards the door, but before she could reach out, the heavy iron door was kicked open.

The iron gate slammed into the girl's delicate body, shaking her two meters away, and she fainted.

Looking at the two Federation soldiers who rushed through the door, the old clockmaker howled in anger and despair, trying to fight for his life to defend his last home.

However, the watchmaker was really old, and after three years of torment, the hands that had been able to repair the finest movements had become trembling and unstable, and he had not been able to press the bullet into the qiāng chamber for half a day, and his keen eye, which he had once been most proud of, had long since become cloudy, and he could only see the enemy vaguely.

Without hesitation, the federal servicemen who stormed the cellar pulled the trigger at the old man, and the bullet hit him in the chest and abdomen, leaving three terrible bullet holes under the ribs, and blood flowed outward without stopping.

The old clockmaker's body fell from his chair, and without immediately stopping his breath, he looked at the Federation with a wheezing breath, and pleaded with the last of his strength, in the most humble and desperate tone: "Please spare my granddaughter. ”

Storming into the cellar was a federal captain and his orderly, in the previous tragic battle, the captain's unit was directly crushed into blood by an imperial mecha battalion, he saw the opportunity to quickly get out of the war zone, broke into the house behind the street, did not expect to be lucky to find a cellar.

The military uniform on his body was tattered, and the federal captain looked extremely embarrassed, and his mood was also extremely irritable at this time, looking at the old man of the empire who looked like a thin dog underground, and roared: "What did he say?"

"I don't know. The orderly replied honestly.

The captain spat on the ground and did not hesitate to pull the trigger again.

The bullet pierced through the shriveled body a second time, without bringing out much blood, and the scorching brought death.

In the city of Feger, the Empire's Inkflower Planet, an ordinary old clockmaker named Shedka Budanovich ended his life in this gloomy cellar.

The maiden Azra awoke, her face pale as she looked at the old man lying in a pool of blood, her jewel-like pupils suddenly lost all their brilliance, as ignorant as a stone, she fell to the ground on her knees, crawled to the old man's side, stretched out her weak, trembling thin arms, and gently embraced them.

The Federal Captain frowned at her, reached out and grabbed the girl's curly hair, pulled her up roughly, and saw the pale, sad face that was still fresh enough.

The girl stared at his face, the stones in her eyes began to burn, she tilted her head stubbornly, and then prepared to shout, believing that there must be the Empire's own troops on the ground.

The captain went to cover her lips, Azra bit him hard, the captain snorted, looked at the bleeding palm, and knocked the girl to the ground with his backhand, like a wounded wild dog.

After a moment of silence, the captain's expression gradually became fierce and strange, he stared at the girl who was half-lying at his feet and weeping, reached out and shook off the thin skirt on the girl's body, covered her face with a bloody hand, pressed it, kicked off his pants and began to gasp rapidly.

It's like a dog.

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(Note: As is my habit, I save the whole number of chapters for the important chapters, and this chapter uses some lines from Walter's defense of Sarajevo.

I am very involved in writing, and my confusion now is that if I continue to write like this, the intermittent guest will end much later than I think.

But maybe that's a good thing, and the attitude is good. Chapter 3 strives to get it out at about five o'clock. ）