Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

The captain still admired Hua Ningyao very much. She had strong personal abilities, was willing to endure hardships, and had not fallen behind in training at all.

Moreover, he has a flexible mind and knows how to adapt. He is not the kind of person who just keeps fighting. He is truly a talented person. If he could join the army, he would definitely be a good player.

"Well, let's see what you're going to do."

. . . . . .

As the captain of the country's top-ranked special operations force, he is fully aware that he shoulders an important mission.

The end of the world is approaching, and he must lead his team to strengthen training to cope with various disasters that may occur in the future.

Hua Ningyao was a person specially instructed by the superiors to need special care. At first, he was unwilling to accept her into the army.

After all, in such a tense period, a delicate woman seemed unable to cope with the arduous training and tasks of the special forces. Although she had shown certain work ability at the previous Xuanmen Conference, this could not change his opinion.

In his opinion, what the army needs most at present are soldiers with combat skills, rather than talents in other fields.

However, when he learned of Hua Ningyao's true identity, he began to regard her as a junior and developed some affection for her.

He even thought of inviting her to join the army, but he soon realized that Hua Ningyao didn't seem to have this intention, and it was not convenient for him to force her to join.

Therefore, he could only respect her choice and continue to pay attention to her growth and development. After all, she was the blood of his ancestors, and he hoped that she could live a good life.

. . . . . .

That night...

As night fell, Hua Ningyao led a team of twenty or thirty people and left the army, heading straight towards their destination. Everyone was full of doubts.

"What are we doing here so late at night?"

It turned out that they had come to the largest martyrs' cemetery in the capital. The captain couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Miss Hua, what is our purpose here?"

Hua Ningyao took out a pen from the cinnabar he had bought on the way and quickly drew a few strokes on each of their faces. Soon, a red rune appeared on the faces of these twenty or thirty people.

The captain was drawn last. Before he could figure out Hua Ningyao's intention, he saw two soldiers in old-style military uniforms standing not far away.

They stood tall and straight, like sculptures, at the entrance of the cemetery. The captain had a look of shock in his eyes, and the other team members also noticed these two people.

They carried old-fashioned weapons and stood firm at their posts, as if time had gone back to the past.

Seeing this scene, the captain whispered in disbelief, his eyes even slightly red.

“They are…”

It’s exactly what you think it is, but it’s also different than what you think it is.”

Hua Ningyao answered softly. When she first arrived here, she realized that although there were soldiers standing guard, they were not real souls, but a powerful condensation of telekinesis.

"What do you mean? Why didn't they see us?"

Several soldiers had already excitedly rushed forward, calling out loudly to their seniors, but they soon discovered that the old seniors ignored them. Even though they cried and laughed at them, there was still no response.

The captain couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw this situation. He looked at Hua Ningyao and asked.

"What exactly is going on?"

Hua Ningyao sighed, a trace of sadness and emotion flashed in her eyes, and she spoke softly.

“In fact, they had already left, and what remained was their obsession. They wanted to see if the country they had protected with their lives had become prosperous.

Whether the people who once suffered so much can have enough food and clothing; whether the children can receive a good education. These are the goals they fought and sacrificed for. "

After hearing this, the captain fell silent, with a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

The beliefs of these martyrs are like torches, illuminating the entire era.

Although they have left, their spirit will forever be engraved on this land and become role models admired by future generations, Hua Ningyao continued.

"Their beliefs remain here, guarding this land and protecting everyone who still needs them."

She recalled some stories circulating on the Internet, in which some people jokingly said that if they encountered evil spirits, they could run to the Martyrs' Cemetery to seek shelter.

Although this is just a joke, it also reflects people's respect and trust for the martyrs.

. . . . . .

But in fact, they can indeed be protected here, because this is not only the gathering place of the heroic souls and wills of their generation, but also the gathering place of the wills of many famous or unknown heroes.

Hua Ningyao's words moved those iron-blooded men and made their eyes moist. Here, they saw countless heroes, some familiar and some unfamiliar. They were wearing various military uniforms and even ancient armor.

"Okay, now that you've seen all this, I'll take you to see the real Gone with the Wind."

Hua Ningyao clapped her hands, breaking the silence, and reminded everyone not to just regard ghosts as simple wills.

"what?"

Someone asked in confusion. They thought that this was the only kind of ghost, but looking at her, it seemed that there were others.

"Don't ask any more questions, just get in the car."

Hua Ningyao didn't explain too much and urged everyone to get on the bus. The group got on the bus again and drove towards the suburbs.

Nowadays, urban areas are densely populated and popular, so generally speaking, dirty things are less likely to appear.

. . . . . .

"Hey, what is that?"

When Hua Ningyao was about to explain in detail, a soldier suddenly pointed at a girl not far away. She was wearing a miniskirt and heavy makeup, and looked quite strange.

Behind her stood a woman in a bright red short dress. Her makeup and clothes were very delicate, exactly the same as the former, and they looked like sisters.

"What I just said is what would normally happen, but the current situation is obviously not the case. That woman must have come from a nightclub, and she invited a very powerful female spirit."

"What does Da Ling mean?"

These people looked curious, but they didn't know much about this, Hua Ningyao said.

"It can be understood as a being with special abilities or influence. This female spirit is quite effective for people working in this industry, but there is a price to pay for using it."

You have to understand that everyone's wealth fortune in life is relatively fixed, and when you will become rich is also predetermined.

There are two things these great spirits can do: one is to transfer future wealth to the present, which means there will no longer be wealth in the future; the other is even more terrifying, that is, people who have no wealth will fill this hole with their lives.