1830 Chapter 1830 War Diary 2 (1/2)

The war ... maybe coming to an end.

This diary may be my last diary.

I was born in a small group. I ... I do n’t know why I was born, who gave birth to me, and why I was born, I do n’t even know.

I only know that from the moment I have a memory, I was forced to put on equipment, step on the battlefield, and then strive to kill the enemy.

Our enemy ... is our kind, another group, there are such groups everywhere here, all groups are constantly attacking each other.

This is a battle that will not stop. At that time, I hadn't thought of this. I just wanted to live. At that time ... it was really hard.

My group is not large, or even relatively weak, but our commander ignored this and continually directed us to rush up to fight a stronger group than us.

In an extremely fierce battle, I survived, but I was taken prisoner by the enemy group. This group did not care that I had killed their companions. They let me put on equipment and fight for them.

In this way, I embarked on the battlefield again.

I do n’t like the battlefield. If possible, I want to never fight, but that means death, so I have to fight.

again and again.

I killed a lot of alien creatures, and also killed countless others. From the beginning, I didn't know what to do, and I gradually adapted.

why?I keep thinking about this question, why should I kill so many of them?Why fight?

The only reason I found was ... to live.

The group I am in has also become larger and larger in battle, constantly absorbing prisoners, increasing the number, and sweeping all the groups around.

At this time, I finally understood how we were born. For the first time, I found out that we had sex before, so we can produce offspring.

And these descendants, like me, will be recruits to the battlefield when they first come to this world and are still confused.

But they are better than me, at least born into a strong group.

I don't want to have offspring because I don't want them to be like me ... fight as soon as you are born.

We continue to destroy those weak groups and feed on their corpses to make ourselves stronger and stronger. I have survived countless battles. I learned how to distinguish each other ’s weak individuals and kill them quickly. Dead them, and the other strong, experienced individuals like me, I will leave it to the recruits on our side.

Let them win by numbers. Maybe recruits will die a lot, but it doesn't matter, as long as they can win.

As long as you can win ... the war will end.

That's how I thought at that time, killing the enemy constantly, letting the surrounding groups disappear one by one, and finally, we could not find any weak groups around.

The war is over and we have won.

Because there are no more enemy forces, we do n’t need to fight anymore, I do n’t need to kill the enemy anymore, I can finally have offspring ...

Is peace coming ...?

Indeed, peace lasted ... a little time.

After this brief past, the dispute started again, initially because of the disappearance of the commander.

The commander was gone, I was there at the time, and it suddenly disappeared in front of me, and I was quite surprised.

However, what surprised me even more was that the commander ’s assistants were not surprised why the commander disappeared, but immediately competed for the commander ’s position on the spot.

I didn't understand what they thought at that time, and the other companions around me started to fight because they supported different adjutants.

This battle became more and more fierce, and finally led to the once huge group began to split ...

A huge group, after that battle, split into many small groups, scattered around and maintained strong hostility to each other.

Everything is back to the original point.

I also got into a small group, and the companions of this group wanted to follow me because they respected my rich fighting experience. At the same time, there were a few ... like my opposite sex.

But I don't want to fight anymore ... The reason of 'want to live' can't stop me from giving up fighting.

I aimed at myself with the weapon that accompanied me through countless battles, and I wanted to end it all.

However, I failed to make the next step. I have encountered countless dangers on the battlefield, which makes me think that I am not afraid of death, but actually the opposite is true.

The extreme fear of death made me give up the idea of ​​suicide, but ... shall I continue to fight?

The answer is ... yes.

I want to continue fighting, not because I want to fight, but because I felt at that time ... as if there was something ... talking to me directly in my mind.

It said ... want me to continue fighting, and want me to become the commander of this divided small group and lead them to fight.

As long as you fight again to the last moment, you can usher in real peace, and after that, you can live a life away from battle forever.

At this moment, I saw my 'future', lying on a comfortable and soft bed, enjoying delicious food, and watching the descendants play and chase each other ...