Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 181 Undead Ancient City
The game world, Wugou River in Three Cities
The red moon is about to take shape, and not far away, the Wugou River, which forms a half-circle of gossip, flows slowly. Under the pale red moonlight, it looks like a dream, and the space is vaguely distorted, connecting the border world.

"So...they came from outside?"

The trumpeter sitting on the small mound wiped the hands of the small bugle, and after listening to Jiang Jin's words, he blinked his eyes in a daze to react for a while, then jumped up suddenly, and almost fell down from the small mound .

"Be careful." Jiang Jin quickly helped her up.

"It's all right," the bugleman didn't care to stand still, "Are you a baby at home?"

He looked at Quan Heng, his eyes lit up when she nodded, and said eagerly: "Then did we win? Have you beaten those bastards out?!"

"Well, it's been shot," Quan Heng nodded seriously, and repeated, "all of them have been shot."

"It's his grandma's, but he fucking beat those sons of bitches back to their hometown," the bugleman slapped his thigh excitedly, looked at Jiang Jin and laughed, "I knew we could do it!"

Then he climbed up the small dirt slope again, stood under the military banner, and shouted excitedly to the position with his hands half folded: "Brothers! Did you hear that! We have won! Drive those beasts out!

"Brothers! We have won!! Our team beat out those wolves!!"

The long wind was blowing the flag, and the sound echoed in this battlefield for a long time, but it was so empty that no one responded.

The ammunition box was still leaning against the trench, the machete was still on the ground, but no one was there.

Here... he is the only one left.

The smile on the trumpeter's face faded slowly, and he stood alone under the flag, like a solitary watch tower.

The people behind were silent.

"At that time... I joined the war at the age of 15, and I was not the youngest. There were many young comrades whose family members were killed by the enemy, and they followed us to fight in order to defend their homes and the country. I still remember that when we left, the old man in the village said, 'Wait It’s a pity that we can’t eat crispy meat again.”

The bugleman wiped away his tears as he said, "Millions of people have left my comrade-in-arms' hometown one after another, and I don't know how many have gone back."

Quan Heng remained silent and did not answer. She knew very well that only a few 10 people went back in the end, not even a tenth of them.

"When I left home, I put a handful of soil from the mountain in front of the city in my pocket." The bugler carefully took out an old cloth from his pocket, and slowly opened it. Inside was the soil that was kept close to him, already soaked in blood. Sticky into blood clots.

"I keep it in my heart all the time, as if I haven't left home."

There was a very clean smile on his ashen-smeared face, and his clear eyes seemed to be shining in the night, with tears of hope, "I think, wherever you die in battle, your soul will return to your homeland."

The flames of war raged, and aspiring young people died for the country. Most of them did not even leave their names.

"The war is too cruel. I used to work in a cooking class and cooked meals for hundreds of people, but only a few people came back later."

The bugleman trembled, but his eyes remained firm, "But we must take up arms and drive out the wolves. If we don't fight this battle, we will leave it to future generations to fight! If we don't fight it ourselves, let alone outsiders." ! We must fight to the end!"

Build the Great Wall with flesh and blood, guard the peace of the rivers and mountains, stick to the light from the darkness, and dig out vitality from the hopelessness!

"That's right! That's how it is!" The girl's voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their heads to see a female soldier in military uniform running towards her.

"You just shouted victory, did you call it?"

The little girl stopped in front of everyone with a big knife on her back.

"You are?" Jiang Jin was stunned.

"Ming He," she turned around to salute, she looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, "a soldier of the flower planter."

Jiang Jin saluted, stared blankly, and asked her softly, "How old are you?"

"It doesn't count here," Ming He replied, "I'm fourteen this year."

"Only fourteen..." Jiang Jin exhaled tremblingly.

"It's not too young," Minghe retorted, "I once defended Shencheng, and there were many soldiers younger than me. Le Bei was only 11 years old, and he even taught foreign soldiers about machine guns, and the soldiers all obeyed him!
"And the master taught us that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country - this is what I should do. Later, when I returned to Qinhuai River, it was the same."

"Shencheng..." Jiang Jin suddenly remembered something, "What team are you from Qinhuai?"

"Hongshan Orphan Army." Ming He replied, carrying real swords on his back, and a pair of clear and bright eyes on his dusty face.

"Orphan Army...?!"

An Yuee's lips trembled, and she looked over with wide eyes, "Are you the daughter of the Orphan Army?!"

Minghe nodded.

"Come here," An Yuee stretched out her hand, tears streaming down her face, "let me see you."

Ming He walked over, "Are you from Qin Huai too?"

"I am." An Yue'e nodded, looked at her carefully, and reached out to help Ming He put her hair behind her ears, but she saw a fatal wound piercing her forehead.

An Yuee withdrew her trembling hands and forced a smile, "Who doesn't know you by the Qinhuai River, heroes of Xiaohongshan."

Hongshan Orphan Army, the oldest is 16 years old, and the youngest is only ten years old.

The earliest ones were orphans adopted by three nuns in Jiashan Temple. More than 60 children spontaneously formed a team to fight the war, and they were unparalleled in bravery.

"Young son is so innocent, but there are no eggs under a nest," An Yue'e shed tears, her lips trembling, "Those beasts began to harm the people before they entered the city, and the corpses piled up on the roadside... the children also hate it."

However, some beasts recognized the thief as their father, which attracted the enemy to sweep up and suppress them. These children were finally forced into the cave, lit bombs and died together with the enemy.

That year, Hongshan Heroic Soul was 16 years old on average.

"They all say that fighting is a man's business," An Yue'e wiped away her tears, pulled herself together and smiled, "But we girls also have to defend our home and country, and we are never worse than men."

"There is no distinction between men and women in defending the country. Many of us are girls, even on the battlefield." Ming He straightened the sword behind him, "Women are not only in the rear, but there are also female soldiers on the front line! We are not absent in every battle, every We will be at the forefront in this battle!"

She tilted her head to look at Quan Heng, and asked stubbornly, "It's always been like this, isn't it?"

"Yes." Quan Heng nodded, "After the victory, there will be a battle to defend the country, which is the war with the most female soldiers participating in the battle, and they all fought tough battles on the front line.

"Women have never been absent from the great cause of defending the country. They are all heroes."

"Well," Ming He asked again with a smile on his immature face, "You haven't forgotten us, have you?"

"I……"

"They rarely appear in foreign war movies, and they are even used as replacements," the Mad Hatter suddenly said, frowning slightly, "Aren't you?"

Quan Heng was startled, turned to look at him, his pupils moved slightly.

Ming He looked up at the foreigner, then at Quan Heng: "...will you do this?"

"I see who dares! If anyone dares to do this, I will copy the guy for me and beat them hard!"

The bugleman slid down the small slope and walked up to Quan Heng: "These are all our comrades-in-arms who died! Everyone is indispensable! Everyone is good!"

"Well said," Jiang Jin nodded, "Defending the country is the responsibility of all the people. This is our common history. No one can be missing, and no one can be forgotten."

"If this period of history is forgotten," An Yue'e cried, "I ask you to find it, remember it, or use it as my eternal epitaph."

"Although it is difficult to bury the bones in the homeland, the sky and the universe can be buried. We never seek fame and go down in history, shrouded in horse leather."

Ming He raised his hand and pointed to the deserted trench, his voice was deafening: "But this past event must not be forgotten by the world, let alone our compatriots!"

(End of this chapter)