Chapter 503 My Choice

Depressed, very depressed, take a deep breath, but still feel that there is not enough qi in your lungs!

I pulled out a cigarette, snapped my fingers, but didn't even make the fire come out!

A zombie soldier next to me quietly handed over the lighter. I lit it with trembling and took a deep breath. My lungs suddenly seemed to be about to explode, but this would keep me awake!

General, time is up. The human soldier next to him reminded him

I looked at my watch and it was still one minute. I took a few tight puffs, threw away the cigarette butt and slapped it. I wiped my dry face that was about to burst, and stepped onto the steps covered by red velvet cloth. The rostrum was also covered with scarlet velvet cloth. The velvet cloth feet felt soft, so why did it look like I was stepping on a pool of blood!

Click, the headlights are turned on, and the light is strengthened to the presidium to cover up my skin color. Today's sky is gloomy

I sorted out my military uniform, walked to the podium, bowed deeply to the cameras placed side by side, and got up. I felt a little dizzy and almost wanted to lean back!

Fortunately, I grabbed the edge of the podium and my nails left three white marks on the edge before I stood firm.

After a pause, I took out the last version of the manuscript paper from my arms, spread it flat on the podium, stroked it with my hands, looked up at the camera, trying not to think about the data ports they connected to, the signals that spread out, and the audience in front of the TV that received the signals were full of expectations!

I'm... cough cough! My throat is so uncomfortable, like a rag blocked, and I can't speak at all.

Why is there no water on the podium? Fortunately, a human soldier in the audience was smart and found a bottle of mineral water from somewhere. He shook it at me. I nodded and the soldier brought the water up.

I unscrewed the lid, took a sip, moistened my throat, cleared my throat

I, Lieutenant General of the Republic of Charanne, but I am standing here today, which does not represent any party. I just want to say to everyone, as a son, what I think in my heart

Still feeling uncomfortable, I really want to smoke! Because of this kind of cigarette, I asked Liang Yi, who came over last night, to add a large dose of tranquilizer to ensure that my mood can remain stable

I know this is not suitable for smoking, but if I don't smoke, I can't control my trembling hands

I took a deep breath, took out a cigarette from my pocket, squeezed out one with great effort, held it in my mouth, snapped my fingers, and then snapped my fingers, then snapped my fingers, then snapped my fingers, then squeezed my fingers, then squeezed my fingers, and then squeezed my fingers.

The soldier brought a lighter to light it up

I left the lighter, held the cigarette in my mouth, squinted my eyes, picked up the manuscript paper, lit it with the lighter, shook it, and threw the wreckage on the ground

I don't need it anymore

I started improvising speeches with both hands, leaning on both sides of the podium

You probably heard my story, but it was all the stories after the virus outbreak. What I want to tell is the story of my childhood

I took a puff of cigarette and continued, these were not in the speech. When I was eight or nine years old, on my birthday, my father bought me a toy gun. It was very cheap, a plastic gun worth a few dollars. I didn't like it because at that time I felt that I had grown up and would not play with this kind of childish toy again. I wanted a Gundam robot from the island country, so I broke the toy gun in front of my father. My father beat me and asked me why I did this! I didn't say a word and ran away. I couldn't tell my true thoughts, because at that time, my father's business was in a low period, and the family's financial conditions were very bad, and even the house we lived in was mortgaged out, so I couldn't tell my father that what I wanted was an expensive Gundam robot.

However, that night, my father bought me the Gundam robot. At that time, the price of the mall was more than 1,000 yuan. I asked my father, how did you know that I like Gundam? My father touched my head and smiled and said, because you are my son Ah!

I played carefully all night and didn't sleep all night. The next day, I returned the Gundam to the mall. When I handed the money to my mother, my mother asked you why you are so stupid and why you don't want the things you like? I said I already have them, that's enough.

Mom praised me for being sensible. Later, my father got through the difficulties and the family conditions gradually improved. Dad bought me a lot of toys, including the Gundam, but I don’t like it so much. When I like it the most, every minute and every second of the night.

Master, what's wrong with you? Daji took advantage of my drinking water and connected me to the wire.

Later, I went to college. One day, I saw a father playing on the playground with an eight or nine-year-old daughter. The father suddenly took out a plush toy from behind and said to his daughter a happy birthday. But the daughter took the toy and said with a lip, "Hmph, I don't like this!" Then she threw the toy on the lawn.

The father grabbed his daughter back, put her on his knee and slapped her hard. The daughter cried and ran away. The father looked at him and slapped his daughter's hand in a daze. He didn't move for a long time. Then he silently picked up the toy on the ground, brushed off the grass clippings on it, wiped his eyes, and chased his daughter.

I think that when I hit my father, I should be in this state, but I didn't see it. So, my memory of that year, I went from being attached to having Gundam to repentance for breaking the toy pistol because, at that moment, what I broke was my father's heart

At that time, I swear that I must make my father not hurt my heart again or shed tears again because of me, but now I can't find him. He may still be alive. He is watching the live TV broadcast in Jiangnan. He said to the people next to him that he is my son Ah, who is a general! But I don't know that maybe, he has died in the turmoil like thousands of infected people, but I can't find his body. Maybe he is still alive, shivering in a corner with skinny bones, waiting for death because of hunger, waiting for death.

I want to find my father, let him eat, wear warm clothes, and use all my abilities. I think I can do this, but what about his father?

I pointed to the human soldier in the audience, where is his father?

I pointed to the zombie soldiers who were one head tall next to him. Where is their father?

I pointed to the military camp in the distance again, where is your father?

I pointed at the camera again, what about your other relatives? Whether he is a zombie or a human, and the current situation, who can guarantee that they can survive this winter?

We are all fighting for our own survival, and if we don’t fight, we will die. I understand this principle, we all understand, but I don’t want to talk about this war today

I am also the father of a daughter now. My daughter is Xia Ziyan. She is three months old and she looks very cute. She and her mother are in the South China Sea, in Erya City, in the bunker on the top of Yalong Bay. Because someone wants our whole family to die, we have no choice but to escape from the Northeast, escape to Yangzhou, and then to Hainan.

I think I should apologize for death, because the unsolvable situation in front of me is directly related to me. I brought the antidote back from the island country, which restored the consciousness of the people of Jiangnan and found themselves, but I did not change their bloodthirsty nature. This dilemma was caused by me.

But I don’t want to die because I have my lovely daughter, because I haven’t found the whereabouts of my father yet, whether as a father or as a son, I can’t just die like this! This is my right as a person, and this right is also yours! We all have the right to survive, but now we must make a choice!

For your loved ones, you are alive, dead, and loved ones, we must make a choice. My choice is to let my own father, my daughter's grandfather, die! My choice is to let my daughter live! My choice is to give up, give up the right to survive, my father--because, I am also a zombie now.

I took off my military uniform and exposed the ulcerated injection hole on my neck.

I choose to leave the right to survive to my daughter. I can only feed on flesh and blood now, but I will not eat your sons and your daughters for my own survival, because sooner or later, my daughter will be eaten by others! We cannot eat them for our own selfish desires! Because! What they carry is the past, present, and future of our human beings!

Master! Daji roared in the audience, but was hugged by Xiao Zhao. It was me who asked Xiao Zhao to do that last night. When Xiao Zhao was present, I was there, but I sent Daji away.

Forty million zombie compatriots! Today, I made my choice. As for you, I respect your choice!

After I finished whispering, I took out my pistol from my arms, pressed my temples, and pulled the trigger without hesitation...