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The sky was shattered, and heavy rain fell heavily, turning into a vast ocean that swallowed everything. The sharp water spears were roared by the gods and thrown to the ground, like iron chains that tightly bound the world.

The rainstorm swallowed the Zerg Empire Star King City.

The towering castle blended into the dim sky, and against the backdrop of the dense rain curtain, it was slightly distorted like a mirage.

There was no sound between heaven and earth except the roaring wind and rain.

The royal city was quiet.

On the steps, in the corridors, in the garden, under the bushes, there were stiff bodies of soldiers everywhere, and the blood was washed away by the rainstorm. From a distance, they seemed to be just sleeping peacefully.

A group of remnants covered the steps in front of the palace and dozed off tiredly.

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A big hole was broken in the gate of the palace, and the cold wind rushed in impatiently, lifting the curtains with force.

Seville sat on the high throne, staring blankly at the rolling curtains, and his vision seemed to see the scene hundreds of kilometers away through the window.

Across the rugged and winding mountains, in front of the deep forest, a fully armed army was marching towards the direction of the royal city. The roaring storm surged in, wanting to destroy them, but could not shake these steel bodies.

That was the human army.

They were coming soon, coming to capture them.

Seville leaned on the throne, looking around blankly. At this point, he was inferior to others in skills, and it seemed that he could only accept his fate.

For no reason, he suddenly thought of Shi Jing.

After Shi Jing and the queen died together, he would think of him from time to time.

He seldom admires humans, but when he thinks of Shi Jing, he admires him and fears him, and finally can't help but feel lucky - lucky that this man is dead.

Only dead enemies are good enemies, and only then can he admire them boldly.

At this moment, he once again thought of the three days and three nights before Shi Jing's death.

He never thought that an ordinary person who had not received professional training could last so long under torture.

During those three days, not only the queen was staring at him, but he was also staring at Shi Jing.

Insect torture is the most notorious and most dreaded punishment on the Insect Star. Many humans who think they are tough can't last more than an hour in insect torture, and they have mental breakdowns and talk about everything.

But Shi Jing persisted for three days and three nights, and he remained calm and sober from beginning to end.

Although the assassination plan was proposed by him, he never thought that the plan would really succeed from beginning to end.

This plan has too many loopholes and too many variables, and the omission of a detail may lead to the failure of the entire plan.

Moreover, Shi Jing was an ordinary person who had not received professional training. It was an impossible task for him to assassinate the queen from the beginning.

Therefore, he positioned Shi Jing as a bait from the beginning, a bait to attract the queen's attention.

When the queen focused her attention on Shi Jing, they could take the opportunity to do something.

Of course, even so. They made a very detailed assassination plan in advance. In order to prevent the executioner from discovering the plan from Shi Jing's memory, Shi Jing took the initiative to cooperate with them to cleanse his memory.

So when Shi Jing was imprisoned in the cell, he knew nothing about the entire assassination plan. There was only a vague idea in the depths of the subconscious ocean-before he died, he wanted to see the queen.

From the beginning to the end, this plan was very simple, but the simpler it was, the more difficult it was to achieve.

The first step was that when Shi Jing was tortured by insects, several insects would drill into his flesh and blood and stick the micro-bombs into his atrium.

Then, when the Zerg executioner could not find the answer the queen wanted from Shi Jing's hippocampus, a worm would drill into Shi Jing's brain and tell him the whole plan - to lure the queen over and detonate the bomb on his heart.

Whether the whole plan can succeed depends on the premise that there is no answer the executioner wants in Shi Jing's hippocampus.

This is exactly what Seville finds puzzling.

Shi Jing's brain really has no memory of how he learned the true history. It's as if he knew everything out of thin air.

Seville guessed that it should be a traitor among them who deliberately washed away the relevant memories in Shi Jing's brain in order to conceal his identity. Such a thorough memory cleansing made him admit defeat.

But despite this, he never thought that the plan would really succeed.

After all, the most important prerequisite for the success of the plan is that Shi Jing needs to have an extremely strong mental strength, be able to stay awake in extreme pain, deal with the queen, and lead the queen into the cell, and die with the queen.

But Shi Jing did it.

Not only that, the pain of being bitten by insects did not make him kneel down and beg for mercy. Instead, he stood proudly from beginning to end, not bowing to pain, and not trembling for power.

Although he was living in a shabby room and was a miserable prisoner, his eyes revealed a kind of disdainful arrogance. In this small place, he was his own king.

Even at the last moment of his life, when the queen stood in front of him and Seville's body began to tremble reflexively, Shi Jing's eyes were still as firm and fearless as ever.

'Even you can't make me bow my head. ' At that moment, Seville read this sentence from his stubborn eyes.

After the earth-shaking explosion, Seville sat for a long time, and when he woke up, he found that his cheeks were wet.

Where did the water on his face come from?

After a few seconds, he realized belatedly: He... cried? He actually cried?

Why?

This human was their biggest worry. Now he died miserably and helped them solve the queen. He should be laughing, why did he cry?

He couldn't figure it out, but one thing was certain.

This dead man was the bravest and most determined human he had ever seen in his life. Under his weak skin lived a soul stronger than most Zerg warriors.

He showed Seville that the soul was stronger than the body.

Such a man deserved the admiration of the enemy.

If it was this man, then he was also worthy of crying for him.

Out of a complex thought that he couldn't explain clearly, he uploaded the last torture video of Shi Jing before his death to the human Internet.

Maybe it was because he wanted to undermine the morale of humans, maybe he wanted people to start questioning the government, maybe it was because... he felt that the man should not die in obscurity.

It was also at that time that Seville first developed fear of humans.

How many Shi Jings are there among humans?

Can they really win against such a powerful enemy?

Now, five years after Shi Jing's death, his question finally has an answer.

The answer is, no.

They lost, completely lost.

When the human robot army enters the royal city, this war that has lasted for 11 years will come to an end.

They are Zerg with strong bodies and the best genes, but they are defeated by internal fighting.

Is it humans who defeated them? No. They defeated themselves.

Since the death of the queen, the close alliance of the brain worms collapsed in an instant. They used to be comrades fighting side by side, but in the end they became enemies who wanted to chew their bones and eat their flesh.

The queen is dead, so anyone can be king.

In the end, Seville became the new king, but the Zerg lost the war.

Seville's keen hearing heard the uniform footsteps.

Humans, here they come.

He subconsciously straightened his back and raised his head proudly, just like the way he looked in the dungeon that year.

He was the last emperor of the Zerg, Seville.

If a human being could still maintain his last pride and dignity at the end of his life, then he had to do better.

…

Liu Yinxiu watched the live broadcast of the last battle on his optical computer.

The tall spire was broken in half, and the castle was bombed beyond recognition like a meteor shower. The neat and uniform army of robots stepped on the corpses of the Zerg and drove into the ruins of the royal city.

The torrential rain sent away the last glory of the Zerg.

I saw him build a tall building, and I saw it collapse.

The last emperor of the Zerg, Seville, wore a crown and a robe, and strode out of the palace with great momentum. Under the inorganic gazes of the densely packed robots, he pointed his gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.

Liu Yinxiu used his own eyes to firmly remember all these scenes in his mind, even Seville's final suicide did not make him blink.

He looked at Seville's body with his brain splattered, and let out a long breath.

A sudden fatigue quickly dominated his whole body. He was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes. He just wanted to have a good sleep.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of tears meandered down.

"Did you see it?" He said to himself: "We won, we won this war."

They humans, after all, won this war of civilization.

But the person who should have seen all this the most, his body was gone, leaving only an empty grave.

Liu Yinxiu knelt down, and finally couldn't help crying. He pressed his chest hard, and despairingly found that his soul would never be complete again.

...

After Zhang Yanfang got off the car, she found that a surging sea of ​​people had gathered in front of the mausoleum.

People spontaneously formed two lines, the lines were long and winding, from the cemetery to the corner of the road outside, and there was no end in sight.

Men, women, old and young all held flowers in their hands, tears in their eyes, and were deeply affectionate and solemn.

Zhang Yanfang walked to the end of the line with flowers and stood still.

In front of her was a group of mothers and daughters.

The little girl held a bunch of lilies in her hands, her tender face was tense, and her eyes were solemn and heavy.

Suddenly, there were a few slight vibrations, and the mother looked at the terminal intently, and then a few more smiles appeared on the corners of her mouth.

"Mom!" The little girl looked at her mother with anger and protested in a low voice: "How can you play the terminal with a smile in front of Mr. Shi Jing's tomb!"

The mother whispered: "It was your father who sent the message. He just told me that he was promoted, so I laughed."

"You shouldn't laugh here!" The little girl said angrily: "You are too disrespectful to the martyrs. The teacher will deduct the little red flower!"

"Okay, okay, it's mom's fault. Mom apologizes to you, okay?"

"You shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to Mr. Shi Jing." The little girl said seriously: "The teacher said that if it weren't for Mr. Shi Jing, the war would not end so quickly. By then, you wouldn't be able to laugh!"

The mother bent down and said seriously: "This time, mom is wrong. Thank you for your supervision. Mom will sincerely admit her mistakes to Mr. Shi Jing later. Can you forgive mom?"

The little girl nodded reluctantly, "It depends on your performance."

Zhang Yanfang listened to the whole conversation in full, and a gratified smile appeared in her eyes.

It's great.

‘Did you hear that? ’ She looked at the child’s tombstone from afar across the surging crowd, and spoke to him silently in her heart: ‘You have become a big shot that even children know. This year, you are included in the elementary school textbooks. Even if I die, many people will remember your name. ’

‘Every Qingming Festival, people will burn incense in front of your tomb, and you will not be cut off from the incense. ’

‘You will be remembered in history and immortal. ’

Zhang Yanfang’s tears rushed out like a broken thread, and her heart felt the piercing pain again.

‘But I would rather you live in obscurity! ’

The crowd moved very slowly, and everyone had too many things to say to Shi Jing.

The little girl turned around inadvertently, and her eyes immediately widened when she saw Zhang Yanfang, "Zhang..."

Zhang Yanfang immediately "hushed", and the little girl nodded knowingly, showing her a big smile cleverly, and then turned her head.

During the long queue, people kept recognizing Zhang Yanfang - this is not surprising, after all, she did not cover her face at all.

She did not want to hide her head and show her tail to pay tribute to Shi Jing.

What made Zhang Yanfang relieved was that although many people were her fans, no one came forward to bother her in such a solemn occasion.

This is also natural, after all, there is always and only one protagonist here.

How can the light of fireflies compete with the sun and the moon?

After such a tragic death, Shi Jing has become the belief of many people.

He represents the integrity and glory of mankind, and is the pride and belief of all mankind.

No one in this world can replace Shi Jing's position in the hearts of mankind.

After seeing Sewell's death, Zhang Yanfang rushed over to pay tribute, but was still preempted by many people.

The team moved forward slowly until the sunset, when Zhang Yanfang finally arrived at his tomb.

In front of the white tombstone was a colorful sea of ​​flowers, and the tombstone was also wet with tears.

On the electronic screen on the tombstone, the young Shi Jing held up the Starry Sky Award trophy and smiled with high spirits.

Below scrolled the inscription written by the Secretary-General of the United Nations for him based on his suicide note:

Shi Jing (5994-6026) Party member, director. He wandered in the world and now finally returned to his star.

Zhang Yanfang gently placed the flowers in front of his tombstone and sat down against it.

"Xiao Jing, I'm here to see you." She smiled and said, "At noon today, the war ended, humans won, and the Zerg Emperor Sewell shot himself. It's already, peace."

"Are you okay on your star?"

"Why are you so cruel and don't even come to see me in my dreams?"

"I miss you very much."

"We all miss you very much."