《Our Wish》


 The War Never Changes

    I had wake up from the cold more than once.


    The French came in about a month or two ago, when I was in school, and they dropped a grenade in.


    I escaped from school in extreme chaos, and when I returned to my sobriety, there was already a ruin in front of me.


    Xiamen* fell.


    I knew I couldn''t go back home-at least


    I couldn''t go back, so I went to the


    supermacket and stole some food and went wandering.


    Today, I live in a broken warehouse.


    It used to be the warehouse of a store. It was cold and damp, but it would be nice to be alive at this time. Whatever.


    When I woke up from the cold again, I felt unusual around me.


    Something was approaching the warehouse.


    I knew there was no way out, so I waited quietly for the judgment of fate.


    The warehouse door was slowly pushed open, and a man with a gun walked in. When I was about to speak, he spoke first, I don''t understand Franch,so he spoke in English:


    "Give me everything you have, money or whatever!"


    "Oh, oh, buddy, don''t get too excited, look at me, how can there be money like this now? Be smart, my buddy."


    "Let me see!"


    The food was eaten a few days ago, there was nothing else on him, there was nothing in the warehouse, but here was a life.


    "Damn it,you''re luck!" The man frisk searched my body and searched the entire warehouse, but didn''t see anything of value.


    However, the man seemed to remember something, and suddenly faced me again, took the gun and said:


    "You, follow me, be loyal to France!"


    Whatever you do, I will never do that.


    "Listen, if you don''t..." Before the man finished speaking, suddenly a light spot came from the door of the warehouse, like a firefly. The collision of bullets and firing pins scared away the birds outside the warehouse, the man She fell to the ground with her legs in her arms.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    The man didn''t hold the gun firmly, and the gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound.


    "Shit! Really fucking..."


    Before the man had finished speaking, the gunshot sounded again. Less than a millisecond later, I saw the blood splashing from the man''s head and heard the sound of bullets passing through the brain.


    I''m not too shocked, I don''t rarely see such cruel scenes these days.


    "Who are you? Are you Chinese?" I asked the man who shot.


    That man is a boy about my age.


    "Yes." The man replied calmly.


    "What are you here for?"


    "Save someone. Come to us, we can give you a stable life."


    "You¡­¡­?"


    "We are an refuge. Pick up the French soldier''s gun. From now on, we will be comrades."


    After walking all night, I finally arrived at this so-called "refuge organization". It was a place like a village, and I saw many people in it.


    I was surprised to find that this refuge organization was filled with children about my age. At this moment, a girl came over and asked me:


    "Newman?"


    "Right." I replied.


    "Understood, Weilun, take him to the Ikrado''s side."


    "Okay, dear," said the boy who brought me just now.


    I was taken into a Christian church, but there was nothing about Christianity. There was a big picture hanging in the middle. The picture was a man with open arms and surrounded by a few women posing with their heads, clouds and mists.


    The boy named "Weilun" took me to kneel in front of the portrait, folded his hands, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and said:


    "Beloved God Ikrado, please forgive our sins, bless us forever, we can sacrifice everything, you are immortal, you are the first! Our God! Please give us the strength to fight against all threats , Fight against the evil adults in this world!"


    I was puzzled by all this, but the next second, I was hit in the head severely. I looked up and saw that it was a big guy. He said, "You bastard, why can''t you not worship our Lord?!"


    At this time a girl next to her said: "Hey, Zhang Lundu, don''t be too aggressive, he still doesn''t know about the Lord."


    "Huh, he has to worship anyway!"


    So I closed my eyes, lowered my head, and repeated Weilun''s words. The big guy nodded and said yes, turned and left.


    Walking out of the church, the girl said to me: "You, remember, there are always things that need attention here. My name is Yi Weiran, please give me more advice."


    I reported my name and asked her some things, for example, do you know why the French came in.


    "The reason the French came in... seems to be because of the Zhang Faqi incident."


    She talked about the Zhang Faqi incident.


    Zhang Faqi, male, born in 1979


    To put it simply, the Zhang Faqi incident means that on April 7, 2021, Zhang Faqi killed the French-Chinese Mack Kong in France and then fled back to China. To be more complicated, this is because Zhang Faqi was dissatisfied with the newly promulgated French foreign settlers'' reduction of privileges. When communicating with the administrative staff, Kon Mack, he stabbed him with anger. When the French ambulance came to the scene, he attacked the ambulance with a stone, causing damage to the ambulance and injuries to medical staff, causing Kong Mike to be sent to the hospital and died in time. Later, Zhang Faqi smuggled back to China, but, like most wars of aggression, the Zhang Faqi incident was only an excuse for the fascist countries to carry out unjust aggression. Their burning, killing and looting can prove their nature.


    Yi Weiran said to me: "In this refuge, we have a dogma."


    I asked: "What is it?"


    "Extremely self-interested,''China can be burned, and self-existence''."

 How to Go On

    Stand up, all victims of oppression,


    For the tyrants fear your might...


    Don''t cling so hard to your possessions,


    For you have nothing, if you have no rights¡­¡­


    I sang The Internationale again, although now it''s better to sing the national anthem.


    Only two days after I entered here, the "Refuge" was discovered.


    At that time, the light that appeared in the distance flickered in the dark night. Everyone''s expressions, no matter what they were originally, changed at that time. There are panic, crying, or calm, or even laugh.


    "Everyone, take out the guns!" Zhang Lundu called out, obviously, he didn''t know the seriousness of the matter at all.


    Not to mention the number of weapons, there are professional soldiers on the opposite side, Wang Weilun (after that day, then I know his surname is Wang) attacked the French soldier that day was a miracle. How could we possibly confront them?


    "Are you fucking crazy?!" a boy cried. "How could we ever fight against them?!"


    "God Ikrado will bless us!"


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    "You said ''cult''?!"


    "Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, we''ll all be hell! " said Yi Weiran.


    "What the fuck did you mean! I said Ikrado is..."


    "I told you to stop! Run!!!"


    At this time, Zhang Lundu had already rushed towards the French army with a pistol.


    But what happened next, we didn''t expect.


    Under the light of Zhang Lundu''s flashlight, we saw a bullet flying towards Zhang Lundu.


    But the speed of the bullet was clearly not right.


    The bullet was too slow.


    However, Zhang Lundu fell to the ground and twitched. We felt nauseated, a little abdominal pain, and difficulty breathing.


    But this is so strange.


    Clam down! Liu! I said so to myself. Slow bullet? Nausea, abdominal pain, trouble breathing? ! It''s¡­¡­!


    "Infrasound! Infrasound weapon!!" I shouted hoarsely, and Yi Weiran looked at me with amazed eyes.


    The army was approaching.


    "Don''t move! Otherwise, you will be like him!" the leader of the army shouted in Chinese, "If you don''t want to die, stay there! Put down your weapons and surrender!"


    Most of Refuge people, including me, dropped their weapons and put their hands above their heads. Only a few diehards still want to resist. I only saw them fall to the ground and twitch like Zhang.


    After a while, we were locked up.


    We don''t know if we count as prisoners of war or not, and if so, the Geneva Treaty is just a piece of scrap paper.


    To calm myself down, I sang The Internationale.


    "So comrades come rally, for this is the time and place..."


    "Stop singing." Weiran said.


    "Okay."


    "Will we die here? "


    "I don''t know..."


    Then, there was silence again.


    There was someone talking outside. It was a soldier and an officer who spoke French, which I did not understand. But it seems that "Chine" in French appeared. But what puzzles me are two other words.


    "Japon" and a personal name: "Fujimoto Kutaro".


    "Aliu."* Yi Weiran said, "That name..."


    Fujimoto Kutaro, I heard his name every times before the war. Japanese right-wing politician and strategist. He claimed that "China is Japan''s bigest threat". He had been named and criticized by the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.


    I laughed out.


    The Japanese were coming.