: Festival seventy-three: when that day comes

The vast universe, unknown galaxies, a blue planet.
The sound of the explosion of the cannonball shook the sky, and the roof was continuously shaken down by layers of dust.
Elena stood by the window, seemingly not afraid of the explosions and stray bullets that might break through the window.
"You are crazy! Come back soon!"
A middle-aged woman trot over, pulled Elena, and pulled her wayward daughter back into the basement.
On the small wooden table in the basement is a shabby radio. Elena ’s father sat by the wooden table, listening frowningly at the sound from the radio.
That was "Defender of Moscow", a Soviet army song.
Germany should not receive the Soviet channel, and Berlin should not receive anything from the Red Soviet!
Germany is collapsing.
They lost the sky, and the eagles of the Iron Cross have all folded their wings.
They lost the ground, and the invincible German steel horses were all silent.
Now, they have lost even the radio.
Berlin is about to be surrounded.
"I'm going to fight."
"No! You will die under the muzzle of the Soviets, it makes no sense!"
'S father glared at Elena, who was looking at her father equally calmly, and then she took out a Ruger pistol, dismantled it into a pile of parts with great skill and speed, and then reassembled it.
"I can, I want to fight for the motherland."
"The motherland has failed. There is no motherland anymore. There is no need for meaningless fighting." Father's look was painful. "When the war is over, we will find a way to go to Bavaria, where there is no war, there are no Soviets, there ... "
Boom!
Another violent explosion came, and the entire basement suddenly shook violently.
Elena didn't care about the explosion, she was angry.
"You are cowardly! I will fight to the last moment! You will stay in this basement and wait to die! I will never go to Bavaria!"
Yes, they do not understand my belief and persistence, but I am not afraid.
Even if I was left alone to fight alone, then I would fight for the last moment for faith and persistence.
Watching Elena break free of her mother's pull and ran out, the father immediately got up and chased out.
The house has been blown into ruins. Her father didn't find Elena's figure. She ran too fast.
The head of state. . . what have you been doing.
How many people have to be killed in your broadcast calling for citizens to fight for the final fight?
You are burying the future of Germany, burying the seeds of Germany!

Berlin, a crossroads that turned into ruins.
There is a rotatable 88 gun, and a group of teenagers are busy around the 88 gun.
Elena walked to a teenager who was struggling to carry the shells.
"Can I join you? For Germany!"
"Of course, for Germany! For the head of state!"
Elena felt a little guilty, and she felt that she shouldn't talk to her father that much.
Forget it, go back and apologize in a few days.
Elena soon became the backbone of this group of young girls. Here she is the oldest, she is the calmest in the event, and the coldest to the enemy.
The German National Defence Force, the sad product of the end of the war, is composed of underage teenagers. This is the last madness and paranoia of the empire.
boom!
A middle-aged man trying to escape from Berlin covered his chest and fell slowly against the wall. He looked at the girl with the pistol in front of him, and made an unclear voice in his mouth.
"You have betrayed your persistence, then you will die."
Elena looked at the dying man calmly, and her heart was full of something called faith.
A few days later, Elena looked at the basement that had become a pile of rubble, and her tears remained down her dirty cheeks.
Parents died in the bombing.
The enemy. . . enemy. . . enemy! Damn Soviet!
Was too hard, and there was blood on his lips.
Tears dried up, Elena turned away, she vowed to take revenge.
For faith, for persistence, for family.
She returned to the intersection again, directing the young girls to build a line of defense.
Their weapon is only one 88 cannon, dozens of shells, and a Mauser rifle in everyone's hands.
April 10, 1945.
The desperately marching one million Soviet troops finally approached the German capital Berlin before the Allied forces.
Comrade Stalin needed this supreme glory, and the great Red Soviet needed this supreme victory.
The torrents of Soviet tanks began to surround Berlin from all directions. Millions of Soviet troops formed an extremely large encirclement, an encirclement surrounding the entire city.
The leading is-2 heavy tank is Mercedes-Benz in the heart of Germany. The tank cover is open. The captain holds a red flag with various slogans printed on it.
For the motherland, Ula!
Kumersdorf Proving Ground, suburb of Berlin.
The SS here are in a mess, and the final order has been issued. They are about to cooperate with the engineers here and start to destroy all the war machines stored here.
In the center of the test site, a giant was quietly parked on the open ground.
Rat Tank II test vehicle.
This giant steel-grey monster is extremely quiet because it has no engine.
For some reason, the rat tank that was originally planned to be destroyed was put to the end. The SS and engineers were as if manipulated by fate. Instead, they first destroyed a large number of other weapons stored in the warehouse.

At the same time, a dark black armored force was evacuating from the Greater Berlin area. Their flag was a black iron cross with a circle in the center of which was written an oriental pictogram.
The young man leaned out of the leading black tiger tank and looked at the city shrouded in war. This war had nothing to do with himself.
The Black Cross division broke away from the battle sequence without permission and marched towards the secret bunker of the Alps, where the entire division would sleep.
Soldiers of this elite armored division, their eyes are pure black, they do not seem to be ordinary humans.
Fate is about to intersect briefly, and the Titan gods are coming.
A golden ray of energy pierced the space, a slender loli figure emerged from the ray, and the white feather wings behind fluttered a few times.
Aletya glanced in disgust at the surrounding dark-eyed demon soldiers, then landed on top of the Tiger King tank.
"Are you ready to return to the future? Stanley, you blocked his plan, right?"
The dark-haired youth nodded when he heard the words.
"I didn't lose this time. I also saw the Titan killer in this period. Elena's aura is very good. I should be able to understand the truth of the origin of the human hybrid demon."

Universe, planet argus, antorus burning throne
Sargeras sat quietly on the throne of the dark hall, looking at the holographic projection of the star in front of him.
"This is it, this blue planet."
Sarodhar once promised himself to destroy a planet with himself.
Now, just use this newly discovered galaxy, the newly discovered planet as the preferred target.
To tell the truth, Sa always doesn't want to be an enemy of the same race as Sarodal ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Only he knows himself, only he and he come together.
Therefore, President Sa decided to let Sarodal go further and understand his thoughts better.
The Pantheon did not understand himself, the Pantheon stopped himself, and even his brother Aman Sur believed that he was wrong.
In order to maintain the belief and correctness, so he destroyed the Pantheon, even if he was alone, he had to fight for what he insisted on.
Burn the entire universe, so that the Void Majesty no longer has a living soil.
Then. . . The pure universe will be reborn in the ashes, and once again radiate vitality and order, regenerate into a universe without the void prince, no danger, and no depravity.
Maybe I was degraded, maybe not, but it is not important at all.
As long as the universe can become pure again, then all that he has paid is completely acceptable.
Got up sharply and raised his right hand.
Sargeras looked at his arm, which had been completely assimilated by evil energy.
Doesn't matter.
My belief and my persistence are correct.
Striving for the rebirth of the universe is worth the price.
Therefore, he must make Sarodar understand that conquest cannot win the final victory.
But somehow, Sargeras always felt that the journey of destruction that was about to begin would not be as easy as planned.
Titan as a race of gods, after all, still has some privileges.
Just as Sarodhar had seen fragments of time about himself, Sargeras also seemed to see some fragments of himself.
What is on this blue ordinary planet?