Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 550: End of the Attack

"General Kotaro, the Charizard Flying Unit requests the next order."

"General Kotaro, my Blastoise Armored Team can't hold on any longer. The enemies are surrounding us!

For victory, let the Charizard flying troop throw Flame Splash at me!"

"General Kotaro-chan..."

"General Kotaro-chan..."

Listening to the reports coming to his ears, under great pressure, little Kotaro covered his ears with his hands.

Looking at little Kotaro sitting in front of the command screen with his hands covering his ears, the officers in the conference room couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

And someone has already silently put his hand into his arms, as if he wants to take out something.

Just when all the subordinate officers exchanged glances and were ready to raise the flag of rebellion and surrender, a messenger rushed in hurriedly and brought a easing message.

"The deputy commander-in-chief, the deputy commander-in-chief, has been arrested!

He was tied to a cross and was being transported by the enemy in a Blastoise armored vehicle."

Upon hearing the news, all the officers showed disbelief on their faces.

And at some point, Kotaro had come from the command screen to the side of the messenger. Unlike the colorful expressions on the faces of other officers, Kotaro's expression was quite dull, and the words that came out of his mouth were also extremely dull.

"Is this true?"

Seeing the despair in Kotaro's eyes, the messenger nodded silently.

So, Kotaro silently returned to the command screen and issued the last order.

"All troops, lay down your weapons. There is no need to continue this war.

Our deputy commander has been captured by the enemy, and we have played all the cards in our hands.

We...lost..."

In that distant outside world, the morning light is just breaking, and the rising sun generously spreads its warm and bright light to the earth, like a sacred baptism, as if it is deliberately wanting to inject new vitality and the light of hope into this vast land.

However, in sharp contrast to this beautiful scene is the entire southern area of ​​Hinoki Town, which has fallen into a miserable, desolate and dilapidated state.

The raging fire raged mercilessly on every inch of land, burning everything to a charred black.

Those once vibrant lives have now turned into charred corpses. Under the roasting of the flames, they emit a disgusting stench. Corpse oil continues to seep out and makes crackling sounds, as if it is the accompaniment melody of the dance of death.

What's even more terrifying is that some human bodies and Pokémon that haven't completely died yet are groaning in pain, their voices low and mournful.

Their weak breathing and trembling bodies seemed to be telling of endless suffering and torture. At the same time, the intestines that spilled out of their broken bodies twisted restlessly, mixing with unknown foreign objects, making gurgling bubbling sounds, like the sound of curses coming from the depths of hell.

This series of strange and terrifying sounds intertwined together to form a unique "melody" in this early morning.

However, those who managed to survive seemed to be deaf to this so-called "wonderful" music.

Some people struggled to push away the corpses that were pressing on their bodies and struggled to climb out from the pile of dead bodies; others could not wait to lift up the heavy cover of the armored vehicle, and with a crisp "pop" sound, they poked their heads out of the vehicle, with expressions that were either enthusiastic or confused on their faces, and their eyes dully scanned the devastated scene around them.

Some people covered their faces and cried, tears pouring down like a flood, sadness and despair intertwined into a heartbreaking picture; some people laughed out loud, revealing an almost insane sense of relief in their laughter, as if they were making a final mockery of fate.

Although everyone's expressions and reactions were different, the only constant was that they were all immersed in the rays of sunlight that sprinkled down at dawn.

The warm light penetrated the thick smoke, gently caressing the faces of every survivor, bringing a faint but precious ray of hope to this barren land.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone was immersed in this brief tranquility and beauty, temporarily forgetting the life-and-death war they had just experienced.

But soon, a sound came from the crooked radio speaker, breaking the silence at the moment, guiding the survivors to where they should go.

However, before the survivors had gone far, they heard the sound of tracks rubbing against the ground and the roar of some flying object cutting through the sky.

When they looked back, they saw the Blastoise armored unit marked with the Alliance logo, and the Charizard flying unit.

The fixed hood of one of the Blastoise armored vehicles opened, and a middle-aged man who looked honest and loyal stuck his head out of the car. He looked at the desolate land and revealed a sinister and triumphant smile.

"It's good to listen to my daughter and preserve the strength of life. Now is the time for the fisherman to benefit from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam."

Wada Kawao thought happily in his heart, and then ordered his men in the armored vehicle to speed up their advance.

On the other side, Shota was riding his flaming horse, marching right in the middle of two rows of flying Charizard troops.

The Blastoise armored vehicle following behind him had a cross on it, and Kawashima Ikeda was tied to it like a crucified Jesus.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing. The two rows of alliance soldiers lowered their heads, but from time to time they would glance at Shota who was sitting on the flaming horse.

They were impressed by the youth of the man in front of them. Although they were almost the same age as Shota, they did not feel jealous. On the contrary, after hearing about some of Shota's deeds, they were deeply attracted by his noble strength and felt that this was what a hero should be like.

People will secretly envy you because you are not strong enough and are still on the same level as them in their eyes. They feel that they can catch up with you as long as they make a little effort.

Don't pay attention to them, you just need to walk your own path and climb your own mountain.

As long as you go far enough and climb high enough, people will not be able to look at you directly, but can only look up at you, and then they will sigh with despair, just like now.

Dante said it very well: Go your own way and let others talk.

Back to the topic, the advancing horses stopped, and Shota looked down at the dejected little Kotaro with a meaningful smile.