MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1600 funeral

Holding a group in front of a disaster is the instinct that human beings have existed since the primitive society. .

Invincible beasts, savage bloodthirsty cannibals, even mountain torrents, plagues and locusts... No matter what kind of disaster, but there is still a trace of civilization, then the surviving people will be able to dig out from the failure The remaining fire of the grain.

As Kervin thought.

The video in front of the Miyagi Station was open, and it was not a burly, but it was a stalwart figure for anyone. It naturally became a **** of the new century. It was a believer in different languages ​​from different countries around the world. "Care for worship."

His language is remembered.

His thoughts were compiled into a book.

His glorious deeds were written into textbooks.

His own portrait became a flag, standing directly above the conference hall of the Earth Defense Alliance headquarters.

In the not-too-distant future, every major decision of Earth civilization will start from here. The man who once saved the planet will continue to fulfill his glorious mission and guard his place with his gaze. Every incumbent member will stand here and take an oath to loyalty to the alliance and civilization...

Of course, these are the future, or what will happen.

About a few years ago, he said that he wanted to set up the Earth Federation, and a group of "traitors" who fled against this azure planet refused him.

So now, the Earth Federation is set up...

......

Coro City, on the lawn in front of the Presidential Palace.

Kervin stood in front of the podium, looked up, stared at the air in the air and looked at the sun, and opened the speech.

"Tragic victory."

"I only use this to evaluate this hard-won Monday."

"Our civilization should have ended last Thursday, and even a week ago I had already cooked up, just to make time on the last day."

"On that day, as usual, I came to the place where I work. You should know that the name is called the Space Command Center, the heart of the Star Trade and Space Department, and the eyes of the Earth Fleet."

"It was a surprise. Many people chose to sit at this last moment and wait for the end of the game. I had a cup of coffee for the assistant who helped me work all the time, then I sat in my seat and waited. With the coming barbarism, we will burn our civilization."

"But at this moment, there is a light in the distance."

"Of course, the light is invisible to the naked eye. Our space telescope recorded that moment."

"When disaster strikes, some people choose to leave, some choose to stay, some choose to give up, and some choose to fulfill their mission to the last moment."

"Their sacrifices are great and lofty. Our civilization has thus opened a new page, rather than ending it. Here, with the highest respect, dedicated to those who sacrificed for the great cause. We."

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

People's looks are solemn and excited.

The guard of honor played the military music, and the soldiers on both sides of the neat line slammed into the air three times. As the white smoke dissipated, a sandalwood raft was covered with a blue alliance flag, under the **** of the guard of honor. Walk through the road in front of the presidential palace and bury it in the newly built Martian colony.

It is certainly not the remains of the heroes lying here. The entire Mars has been blown into a vast asteroid belt. Lying in the raft of the League, there are photos, clothes, or medals, just the relics of the heroes.

The family members of the heroes were allowed to go forward and make a final farewell to the deceased relatives.

Some people bow their heads and silence, and some people shed tears. Some people can't bear the pain of their death, and faintly faint. Some people kneel down and kiss the raft, and some people stand upright there, offering them a military ritual to defend the alliance...

There is grief in the air.

But the buds that dig out the soil are filled with hopes of life.

Wearing a long black dress, the veiled woman stood in the crowd, looking far away at the buried sandalwood, biting her lips, and the red eyes seemed to be restrained, the sorrow that was about to overflow.

"You came?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and the woman turned her head back. When she saw the familiar face, she hurriedly moved her eyes away. The white lips that had been bitten before were slightly opened and closed, and the voice was a bit sorrowful.

"I just came to see him last, and I will leave here tomorrow."

"Don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything else." Xia Shiyu sighed softly and changed into a gentle tone. "It's just some accident."

The face under the black veil fell slightly.

"accident?"

"Well, I didn't expect that guy to be so popular."

When I said this sentence, Xia Shiyu’s tone seemed to be a bet and lost.

Just when Liu Yao was confused about what she wanted to do, Xia Shiyu turned away.

"Come with me, whether you are planning his last few faces, it should always be here."

Throwing this sentence, she walked towards the Ruhrka sedan on the side of the road.

On the other side of the cemetery, it is also the edge of the crowd.

A pretty figure, the same look looks at the cemetery intricately.

"I won't forgive you."

"will never."

"You demon..."

But somehow, talking and talking, tears fell.

The shoulders shook, and she whispered softly. Perhaps it was too ugly to think that this tear was so thin. She lifted her hand and wiped her tears, and reluctantly added a sentence with a hoarse voice.

"I, I didn't cry..."

Not far from the big tree, the man with the shadow of the hood blocking the entire face stood with a woman in a lavender dress. From the beginning of the funeral to the present, they have not said a word, just standing there and watching quietly.

Finally, the woman broke the silence.

“Is it fun to attend your own funeral?”

The man smiled and spoke.

“It’s interesting, how many people in this world have the opportunity to attend their funeral?”

"Someone is crying for you."

The man fell silent.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

"What do you think I should do?"

"Is it wrong? You can't say that you have blown up a planet. The man who has the opinion of the Lord has asked the little woman for advice. Is the sun coming out from the west tomorrow?" The woman stunned. Blinking.

"I am not kidding."

Jiang Chen looked complicated and looked at a certain direction of the funeral scene.

"...oh, although I don't know how to help you, but..." The index finger was on the lower lip. After a moment of thoughtful thought, he suddenly smiled. "But I think the tears at the funeral are always It won't lie."