Stray

It was a peaceful morning, the sun was shining through the clouds, and I was dressed in military uniform, ready to take on daily tasks as an ordinary soldier. At that time, I was still a fledgling recruit, full of longing and anticipation for the future. However, the gears of fate changed at that moment.

I received that order, an order that changed the course of my life. I was fortunate enough to be chosen as a MechWarrior and became the last line of defense to protect this world. Since then, my life has changed dramatically.

From the beginning of recruit training, I gradually came into contact with and became accustomed to the operation and combat of mechs. I was blown away by the weight and power of the mech, and every time I started and fought, I felt as if I was connected to a mysterious power.

During the training, I gradually mastered many techniques and tactics, learned how to use the mech's advantage to defeat the enemy, and my fighting skills and fighting methods even surpassed my instructors. I fought side by side with my comrades-in-arms and trained together, and our team spirit and tacit understanding became higher and higher.

The shock of facing the mecha for the first time is still vivid. When I first stood in front of the cockpit of the mech, I felt my heart pounding. Later, I took a deep breath, adjusted my mindset, and turned on the mech, and I was very excited.

The sound of the mecha starting made me feel a sense of strength and courage that I had never felt before. At that time, I drove the mecha into the enemy line, brandished my weapon, defeated one enemy after another, and perfectly completed the combat mission after battle. At that moment, I felt as if I had become a hero to protect the world, and this sense of honor and pride strengthened my belief in protecting the world.

Recalling those first battles, I felt my heart beat faster and my blood boiled. Each victory has made me more confident and brave, and I have grown into a powerful mech warrior.

Now, I'm also driving a huge mecha and standing at the forefront of the battle. The countless battles that had been fought flashed before my eyes like a marquee. Every battle was like a battle of life and death, and the image of me and the enemy fighting fiercely on the battlefield, constantly using courage and wisdom to defeat them, again and again.

I

thought that I would always drive my mech to shine in the flames of war, like a fearless iron fist, striking the enemy fiercely. I use my strength, my courage, to defeat the enemy in front of me.

Can... This time it was different, we encountered an enemy like never before, only to see countless explosions flashing in front of our eyes, ruins, fire, smoke...... Everything echoed in my mind like a nightmare. The brutality of the battle was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from, and I had lingering palpitations. My mech was destroyed again and again, and I felt exhausted and miserable, but I never gave up. Even in the face of an almost invincible enemy, I remained at my post.

A missile hit the mech I was piloting, and the violent explosion knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself about to leave this world. My mech shattered, and I was deeply distressed and saddened. But I have no regrets, and I know I've done my best. The world will remember me, for my courage and determination.

My mind drifted back in time, recalling the days when I fought side by side with my comrades. Those days and nights spent together, those laughter and tears, those sacrifices and honors...... Everything is as clear as it was yesterday. I can't help but think of the conversation I used to have with my comrades in the mech

"Iron Fist, can you feel our battle today?" the voices of his comrades rang in their ears.

"Of course, I am with you. I replied, "Anytime and anywhere." "

"Iron Fist, Wind Bird... sacrificed".

"Maybe one day we'll be gone, I just want someone to remember me. "

Those words echoed in my ears as if they had traveled through time, and I missed the days and nights when I fought side by side and fought to protect the world. I miss who I was, young, fearless, and empowered.

Now, I'm leaving this world, leaving only this shattered mecha and this deep emotion. I want to tell everyone in the world not to forget the heroes who gave their lives to protect us. They are our role models, and their stories will inspire us to move forward.

Goodbye, my world! I will always be in people's hearts, in this world forever. My story will live on, and my spirit will inspire future generations to keep going. Goodbye, my comrades-in-arms, and I will always miss you. Goodbye, this world! Please cherish peace and cherish our homeland. "

The battlefield after the battle is like a picture of the end of the world. The sky was completely obscured by thick smoke and dust, and the original bright stars disappeared, leaving only endless darkness.

The broken limbs of the mecha were scattered all over the ground, some twisted into strange shapes, as if they had been ruthlessly destroyed. These once mighty metal warriors can only lie on the ground weakly, turning into piles of ruins. Their shells are riddled with bullet holes and scorched marks, as if to tell the fierceness and ruthlessness of the battle.

The

ground was blown to pieces, and huge craters were scattered among them, as if they were the devastation of the earth. The scorched earth, with its smoke still billowing, seemed to be the last struggle of the war. Occasionally, the wind blows, bringing up the smell of scorched earth, which makes people frown involuntarily.

The air was filled

with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and smelted metal, which was suffocating. Occasionally, there was the creaking of mechanical parts, and it seemed to be the last moans of the damaged mech. These voices echoed in the silence of the battlefield, adding a bit of desolation and sadness.

On this battlefield, the heroism and brutality of human beings are vividly displayed. Brave warriors fought bloody battles here, fighting for faith and glory. However, the cruelty of war makes it all so small and insignificant. The dilapidated mecha is like a silent tragedy, telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. Their existence seems to be a mockery and reflection on human civilization.

Although the battle is over, the wounds left behind are difficult to heal. Every inch of this land seems to whisper the pain and sorrow of war. They have witnessed too much suffering and sacrifice, but they cannot erase the cruelty and traces of war.

As night fell, the moonlight shone on the battlefield, reflecting a desolation. In the silence, only the wind gently blew the broken mechs and the charred earth, as if telling endless sorrow and pain.

Time flies, time flies. What was once a mecha battlefield is now a relic of history. Under the baptism of time, those once powerful mecha warriors have now turned to dust and buried deep underground.

What was once a battlefield is now quiet and solemn. On the ground, only some broken mecha parts remained, which had been weathered and eroded, losing their former might. And those craters and scorched earth have also become witnesses of history, telling of the battles and sacrifices of the past.

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