Become a Two-dimensional hero

"General Wen! With your body..."

Hu Feiwei heard the shout from behind, he looked back, Wen Mu put on his military uniform, and was walking towards the mecha warehouse of the space station, where Huya was parked.

He hurried forward to stop him: "Wait..."

Wen Mu interrupted him: "We can't lose anymore."

Hu Feiwei immediately choked, yes, they can't lose anymore, the prestige of the military has been reduced to the lowest level, Tianlong broke into two of the three military bases unscrupulously, stomping on the honor of the military department .

"But..." Hu Feiwei hesitated, Wen Mu's pale face was really not reassuring.

Wen Mu smiled: "Don't worry, I won't, and I can't lose."

He walked into the mecha warehouse, and Hu Feiwei watched his back. Even though the neurotoxin made his body reaction a little uncoordinated, Wen Mu's back was still straight, like a green pine walking.No matter what kind of wind and rain, he will not fall.After all, what he bears is the last hope of this country.

Mozart suddenly lost his strength, he half-kneeled on the ground, Tianlong pulled the point of the gun away, a big hole was broken in the cockpit of No. 34 Land Rover, and a little scarlet flowed out from the hole.

Qin Tian...a great panic swept over him, his mind went blank, why is this so?Isn't the future immutable?Why it came out like this......

"Mozart..." Peregrine Falcon shouted again.

Mozart was stunned, did not respond, did not even look at Peregrine Falcon.The sound seemed to be removed from his world, and he couldn't hear the gunfire and roar from the outside world.What he saw before his eyes was only the shocking red.

He suddenly began to let out a meaningless growl, like the desperate howl of a dying animal.Qin Tian...Qin Tian...

In desperation, a huge shadow landed in front of the porthole where he was. It was a 20-meter-high mecha with black and white tiger stripes. Its body weighing several tons stepped on the ground, and the ground was shaking.The loud sound overwhelmed Mozart's roar, and he looked forward.

Tianlong turned his head and looked this way, he no longer cared about the No. 34 Land Rover on the ground, his whole body was tense, and he looked at the person coming with fear.

The mecha with black and white tiger stripes stepped forward step by step, and the Land Rover along the way backed away one after another to make way for him.They stood there watching the mech.

It is the world's first S-class mech, the last line of defense for this country, and the invincible god of war in everyone's hearts.He just moved forward like this, neither fast nor slow, the ground shook with every step, the shock seemed to go straight into people's hearts, inspiring everyone's hearts to beat violently again.

The morale, which had been defeated like a mountain, was boosted again just because of the appearance of this person.

Its name is Huya, the sharpest fangs of the Interstellar Federation.And its driver, Wen Mu, is a real hero in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people in this country.

Huya walked up to Tianlong, and the two mechas faced each other ten meters away.The enemy has been confirmed, so there is no need to say more.

Tianlong held the long wooden warehouse again, Huya stretched his right hand behind him, there were protruding bone spurs on his back, and now these bone spurs fell off one by one, he pulled out his own spine and held it in his hand, this is Huya's weapon—— —Tiger spine mace.

The battle started at the moment when the tiger's spine mace was in hand, Tianlong took the lead in attacking, and Huya raised the mace to block.The speed of the two S-class mechs was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch them. They passed dozens of moves in an instant.

Hundreds of Land Rovers watched the battle around, and no one intervened, because in their hearts, Wen Mu would definitely win.

The fact is true, Tianlong will soon be unable to resist Huya's swift and fierce attack. Tianlong focuses on strength when developing, while Huya focuses on speed. Probably only the Peregrine Falcon, which is wanted by the whole star, can compete with Huya in speed.

Tianlong is not incapable of defeating Huya. The two S-class mechas have their own strengths, and the victory or defeat depends on their pilots, that is, Lawson and Wen Mu.

But obviously, Rosen was unable to defeat Wen Mu, and he retreated steadily.No matter how fierce the artillery fire was before, he couldn't make him back up, but now he keeps backing up under Wen Mu's tiger's back mace.

Finally, Huya grabbed the leaking copper defended by Tianlong's long wooden warehouse, and the tiger spine mace chased the dancing track of the gun handle and stabbed out. He took a few steps back and half-kneeled on the ground to relieve the momentum.

Tianlong looked up at the black and white mech in front of him. It was as tall as an unshakable Mount Tai, and it was the most difficult obstacle in front of the centipede organization.

Tianlong suddenly fired the dragon gun to the ground, and he escaped from the space station at the fastest speed by virtue of the momentum of the explosion and the propulsion of his own engine.

Huya didn't pursue it, but just stood there quietly.

Mountain and tsunami-like cheers sounded inside and outside the space station, they won!The real one, without relying on any unknown forces, won this battle!

Looking at the tall figure, Mozart murmured in his heart: "That is the hero..." Strong and reliable, he will not disappoint anyone, and will not let anyone die.

The next second, he suddenly realized something, he jumped up from the ground like crazy, staggered and ran to the entrance of the space station, the seriously injured No. 34 Land Rover driver was being carried back by others for treatment.

Mozart ran to the stretcher being pushed, and he saw Qin Tian lying on it, his face was pale, his right shoulder was bloody, blood stained the bed sheet under him.

He ran with the stretcher, and the medical staff pushing the stretcher cleared in front: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The wounded is bleeding profusely, go prepare blood bags!"

Mozart only followed to the door of the operating room, and the door closed in front of him, and Qin Tian was pushed inside, life or death unknown.

Mozart was like a wooden man, standing at the door stupidly.His hands were shaking, and he kept comforting himself in his heart, he will be fine...he will be fine...

Suddenly someone grabbed his collar and punched him. Mozart was beaten and fell to the ground. He covered the left side of his face and looked at Wei Qian blankly.

Wei Qian said angrily: "You are about to drop out of school and why are you here? You coward! You dare not go to the battlefield and let others go through life and death for you! Now what are you pretending to care about?"

Mozart did not refute, he sat on the ground and did not get up.

Wei Qian looked at the person sitting on the ground with hatred. He couldn't understand, is Mo Youyu's heart made of glass?Although the Battle of Vienna Star was tragic, how could it deal such a big blow to him?

The medical staff came and went, besides Qin Tian, ​​there were other people injured, and the wails could be heard everywhere in the medical room.But Mozart couldn't even hear it. His world had lost any color, and his only light lay in it, flickering on and off.

Finally, two hours later, the door of the operating room opened.The statue-like boy sitting on the ground finally moved, and he turned to look at the doctor who came out.

The doctor was stunned for a moment when he met the young man's eyes. He had been a doctor for many years, and he had seen many lives, but he had never seen such a look in his eyes. When he looked over, he was almost swallowed by the strong despair in those eyes.The world in the eyes of the young man is in jeopardy, mountains and seas have been overturned one after another, and the life of this world is hanging by a thread.Just waiting for the doctor to make a life and death verdict.

The doctor didn't speak for a while, Wei Qian urged: "How is the person?"

Only then did the doctor react: "Oh, it's not life-threatening."

Both Mozart and Wei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but the doctor changed the topic: "However, his right hand was torn off while driving the mecha not long ago, and this time it was torn off alive again, and it was directly cut off by Tianlong's spear point Stabbed. There was irreversible damage to the nerves in his right hand."

Mozart asked in a daze, "What will happen?"

The doctor thought about it and said: "It's hard for me to say, it depends on how he wakes up. His trauma is actually not serious. The serious thing is that his arms were torn off twice when he was connected with the spirit of the mech, and the brain nerves would mistake him for His right arm is really broken. According to my experience, his right hand will be slower than ordinary people, and there will be intermittent pain, but the appearance is no different from ordinary people, but he is not suitable for mech piloting Already working."

Not suitable for driving a mecha?Mozart subconsciously recalled Qin Tian 20 years later. He obviously drove the lion heart very well... Wait, Mozart suddenly thought of a detail. In the battle video of Qin Tian rumored, he seldom uses his right hand Offensive, Mozart once thought he was left-handed.

It turned out to be like this... It turned out that his right hand had suffered such a severe injury, and he became accustomed to using his left hand...

Qin Tian was pushed out lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were closed, his face was paler than the sheets under him, only the occasional white mist on the oxygen mask he was wearing showed that he was still alive.

Mozart stood up and accompanied the medical staff to send him to the ward. Because Qin Tian's injury was still relatively serious, he entered a sterile ward, and no one else was allowed to enter.

Mozart stood outside the glass window of the ward and looked at him. Wei Qian also followed and sighed: "Qin Tian is a genius at driving mechs, what a pity..."

Mozart clenched his five fingers tightly, leaving a few fingerprints on his palm, and left silently.

Wei Qian actually said this on purpose, he just wanted to stimulate Mo Youyu to see if he could sew up his glass heart, but it seems that it is useless, a broken mirror is hard to round, and a heart made of glass is the same.

Mozart returned to his dormitory, locked the door, and curled up in a corner. The place was dark, closed and safe.

Peregrine was hiding under the bed and watching him secretly, while Mozart was staring at the floor in a daze, his eyes were empty and unfocused.An hour, two hours... He suddenly said: "Law Sen came after me, and he came to Qin Tian because of me."

Peregrine Falcon didn't answer, he pretended he wasn't there for fear of being thrown out again.

Mozart continued on his own: "It's all my fault, the destruction of the Vienna Star, Qin Tian's right hand...it's all my fault..."

"The inner ghost on Vienna is probably Wu Lin. She is in charge of guarding the sky tower. She puts the source into the center of the sky tower. If I can be more cautious... I will think of Rosen and Centipede There is no weapon to turn the Vienna Star into a Death Star. Their ultimate move is in another place, that is, Wu Lin... If I didn't feel sorry for myself and stay in my own world and ignore it, I wouldn't ignore Qin Tian. If you've been clutching your right hand frequently for two days, you won't let him face Rosen alone..." His voice was faintly crying: "You won't let him suffer such serious injuries... .”

"Why is this? I don't seem to be doing the right thing. No matter what I do, I won't get good results...cough cough" He coughed twice and patted his chest, as if he couldn't breathe .

He coughed more and more, his chest felt heavy and stuffy, as if something was pressing on him, "cough, cough, cough..." He slapped his chest vigorously, under the stimulation of pain, he suddenly understood, this heavy cough , Things that make people breathless are called fate.

Slowly, he calmed down, and he didn't move again, like a statue crouched in a corner, blending into the dark and lifeless room.

I don't know how long it took, but the light that had reached the window changed from a single line to a bunch, and then gathered into the darkness again.The person sitting on the ground suddenly moved. He seemed to want to stand up, but his body was already paralyzed after sitting for a long time, and his leg joints were painful like spasms. His attempt to stand up failed.

He was thrown to the ground by inertia, and it was not so easy to stand up.

He froze on the spot again, but this time it didn't take too long. Suddenly, an indescribable anger burst out of his heart. This anger was fierce, like an erupting volcano. It was hot and unstoppable. The world burned up.

The muscles on both sides of his cheeks were tense, his upper and lower teeth were clenching, his hands supported the wall with all his strength, and he stood up slowly but firmly while enduring the tingling itch in his legs, and the back that had been curled up gradually stretched and straightened .It was so difficult, every movement took a lot of effort, and there was even fine cold sweat on his forehead.But he just refused to let himself go, obviously the numbness could be relieved as long as he stretched his legs slowly, but he just stood up enduring the pain, like a fool.However, the world always needs such fools.

He was a little clumsy, like a child who had just learned to walk, and slowly supported the wall and moved to the window. He opened the curtains, and a ray of light came in. It was the morning light that symbolized the beginning of a new day.

He opened the locked door and walked out, the numbness was fading, and his steps became stronger and stronger.He raised his head and stretched his back inch by inch. The broad shoulders of an adult man seemed to be able to carry all the burdens.The step from the inside of the door to the outside of the door seemed to be a cocoon-like transformation. His whole temperament changed. The youthful youthfulness and immaturity that belonged to the youth disappeared without a trace together with the timidity hidden deep in his heart. trace.Instead, there is a burning fire called faith that cannot be extinguished by wind or rain.

Perhaps as Wen Mu said, the reborn wings after being broken will be indestructible, and there is probably nothing in this world that can defeat him.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Tian's injuries stabilized and he was transferred to the general ward. People came to visit him one after another. He tried his best to thank them politely and distantly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept looking at the figure silently leaning against the wall of the ward. He had stood there for a long time, but Qin Tian was surrounded by other people greeting him as soon as he opened his eyes, and he didn't even have time to talk to the person by the wall.

Finally, Qin Tian sent off the last visitor with a smile.He leaned on the hospital bed, and said to the people by the wall: "Hey, come here and help me tap my back, I'm a little numb."

Mozart came over, he carefully avoided Qin Tian's bandaged right hand, helped him sit up, and helped him beat his back.After knocking for a while, Qin Tian said it was ok before he stopped.

Qin Tian half leaned on the upright bed back, looked sideways at Mozart, the boy's eyes were slightly red, and tears pooled in them, trying not to let them fall, Qin Tian wiped the corners of his eyes with his left hand: "Don't It's not your fault that you cried."

Mozart didn't answer, he just shook his head, he gently held Qin Tian's thickly bandaged right hand with both hands, pressed his warm palm to his face, and said with an uncontrollable cry: "Again! Just a while...just a little while, from now on, I won't cry again."

Qin Tian stared at him for a while, he felt that the young man in front of him had changed for no reason.It's not the appearance, but the temperament. In the past, Mo Youyu had the innocence of a teenager, like a big boy who didn't grow up. Although his body is already a 1.8 meters tall and heroic adult man, Qin Tian conservatively estimated his mental age. Not older than 15 years old.

But now, even when he was crying, there was firmness hidden deep in his eyes.He gives people a feeling, as if he can be indestructible and carry all the wind and rain.Maybe you can't call him a boy anymore, he's already a real man.

Men and boys are not divided by age, and there is no clear-cut boundary between the two.But suddenly, Mo Youyu stepped over like this. Although he didn't know the reason, Qin Tian was still happy for him, his little musician had grown up.

He sat up and hugged Mozart's neck with his left hand. Their foreheads were pressed against each other. Mozart vented his last weakness in front of Qin Tian. They embraced each other quietly, and there were only a few low voices in the room. Voice.

The author has something to say: What kind of person can be called a hero?

"It doesn't matter if you fall down, just stand up again. As long as you can do this, you are a hero."

From the theme song "Hero" by Ultraman Nexus, I would like to share with you.