To my frozen hometown

Chapter 73 Children, you will be proud of us

"It's really, unbelievable, isn't it?"

On the wall of the greenhouse, Johnson stared at the broadcasting tower in the distance in a trance, watching the figure on the screen on that tower facing Fengxue singing.

After a long time, he showed an equally dazed smile.

It's almost like a feat, no, maybe it should be a feat.

Because it awakens people's hearts of resistance.

Obviously, there is no doubt that this inexplicable and sudden concert has conveyed a spirit that can hardly be understood by people of this era in an unimaginable way.

That is the madness necessary for human beings to survive and continue, and that is the animal nature hidden in their blood.

They were never raised animals, and they should not sit idly by.

And in contrast, what is being a soldier doing who is supposed to be in front of everyone?

What am I doing again?

Johnson thought.

The music that seemed to never stop was still resounding all around, and the colorful lights reflected the wind and snow. Apart from fear, everyone's hearts were filled with a stronger emotion at this moment.

This emotion makes their heart beat faster, this emotion makes their breath short, this emotion makes them fearless.

So, while some people were still staring blankly at the lighthouse, Johnson lowered his head and turned around.

"John, what are you going to do?" A colleague beside him noticed his movements and subconsciously asked.

"..."

"Save people." Johnson said lightly, raised his hand to straighten his military coat, and walked steadily towards the bottom of the barrier.

We human beings are not the race to watch our compatriots die in the wind and snow and ignore them.

This is the pride engraved in our bones, how can we forget it.

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In the ruins in the snowstorm, Nuo Senfu looked up at the image on the radio tower, and he recognized Liz and Yanagihara.

This made him fascinated for a long time, until he came back to his senses in the singing.

"So, is it you?"

He smiled and said to himself like this.

"It really is something you can do."

So crazy, yet so grand that it's mind-blowing.

Muran, Nuo Senfu remembered the night when Liu Yuan handed over the lighter to him.

Yeah, we still have a lot of things to do, at least we are not dead yet...

"Everyone!"

In the snowstorm, the man turned his head and straightened his back.

"Reassemble, men sit on the outermost floor, women and the elderly sit on the second floor, children sit on the innermost floor, and burn everything that can be burned except clothes, food, and oxygen! We must Live, we will survive! We will conquer this blizzard!"

"Ah!" The men in the camp let out a low growl, and then everyone took action.

They want to live for nothing else but because they don't want to die.

This may be the most basic meaning of life, and they want to continue.

This snowy night is undoubtedly cold, but the singing outside is still going on, the people in the greenhouse rely on it for carnival, and the people in the ruins rely on it for support.

It is undeniable that this is also a kind of strength, at least it lets them know that there are still people singing in the snowstorm, at least it lets them know that there are still people like them in the snowstorm, who are still fighting with the snowstorm fighting.

They haven't retreated yet, so they have no reason to give up.

The cold spread in everyone's body, but people's blood was not calmed by it.

Because this is a battle, everyone has re-recognized this one thing.

We have not surrendered, we have not run away, we are still fighting.

And we haven't failed yet.

"Ah!!" I don't know who made the first roar.

“啊啊！！！”人群中，充满了不甘与愤怒的咆哮响彻了起来，迎接着风暴的呼啸。

The women sat in the center of the human wall, stretched out their hands and gently hugged their children, responding to those ignorant gazes.

Trust me, kid.

When we survive, we will stand in the direction of the rising sun.

With a pride that cannot be described in words.

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If the storm in the sky is conscious, it may never have thought that humans would face it with such a posture.

It didn't scurry around like a mouse, and it didn't cry out in pain, but it was like a warrior, with a barbarity that even it was afraid of.

Sitting in Liz's basement, Al hugs the radio.

Listening to the singing on the radio, she knew that she might never be able to forget this night.

Because she heard a kind of strength that was completely different from her weakness.

It is a kind of strength that dares to walk ahead of everyone alone and open the way.

It is a kind of strength that dares to break free and influence others.

This kind of power is called Liz.

Her voice made everyone boil for no reason.

Or maybe, people are about to boil.

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"Crack!" A beam of dazzling light lit up in the dark street, shining on the refugee camp.

Perhaps feeling the light shining, Nuo Senfu raised his head blankly and looked at a figure standing in the wind and snow.

In the light, Johnson was holding a flashlight and wearing a hat. He stood at the exit of the underground parking lot and patted the snowflakes on his body.

"Now, please put down your weapons, take your food, put on your warmest clothes, raise your torches and follow me."

The soldier said this, holding a flashlight in one hand, and pressing the brim of his hat with the other.

"I'll take you into the greenhouse."

(End of this chapter)