Doomsday Rebirth: The heroine comes back with the system

“Zhang Zhigang!”

"To!"

"Xu Kai!"

"To!"

"Lu Chi!"

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"Lu Chi!"

"Where's Lu Chi?"

"Report to the battalion commander, Lu Chi was injured in the battle yesterday and is still in the infirmary!"

"Can you not come if you are sick? Call him here!"

“Ah, but…”

"Report, Lu is late!"

"Return to the team! Everyone, start running twenty laps. You are not allowed to eat until you finish running!"

"Everyone! Let's go!"

"Captain Lu... Captain Lu, your thigh was seriously injured yesterday. Can you still run?"

"Yes, if all else fails, go and beg the battalion commander for mercy. Who can bear this?"

My comrades behind me care about me.

I knew that the devil was watching us from the top of the mountain.

So I just whispered to them not to talk.

After all, if you are caught talking while running, you will be punished by running ten more laps.

This morning run was particularly difficult.

The tear in my thigh became more and more painful.

The blood soaked the entire trouser leg.

By the time I finished running twenty laps, my entire left leg had lost all feeling and I was only supported by my willpower.

"Go ahead, free time."

The devil said this and called me.

His tone was as fierce as ever: "Lu Chi, I am very disappointed with your performance today. As the youngest company commander, you couldn't bear the slightest pain. It's really embarrassing for me."

My vision was already a little blurry, and as I listened to him talking about these old words, I raised my eyes to look at him.

Cold and without a trace of emotion.

Just like the adoptive father-son relationship between him and me.

Not a trace of emotion.

"Go do another hundred horizontal bar reps. Your perseverance is too poor!"

Before he finished speaking, I turned and walked towards the horizontal bar area.

Even though my body has reached its limit.

"Battalion Commander, Captain Lu is really seriously injured, his thigh is severely torn!"

"Battalion Commander, please don't let the company commander do it, he's turned pale!"

"Oh, I think he's fine! You guys are fine now, right? If you're fine, go run twenty more laps!"

I listened to his words.

It just felt like the sharpness of an iron saw.

I lost consciousness after doing the 23rd horizontal bar.

I woke up in the infirmary again.

"If it had been a few minutes later, his leg would have been broken!"

"Is this how you, the 12th Battalion, treat soldiers? People will die!"

"Captain Lu Peiyuan, what on earth did you do? Don't you care about the safety of the soldiers?"

I opened my eyes and didn't look at him standing at the door of the infirmary smoking.

Because without looking, I knew he must have that cold and sarcastic expression.

Sure enough, I heard him say in a cold voice: "Please cure the patient quickly, there will be a military combat drill the day after tomorrow!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard his footsteps leaving.

"What, the day after tomorrow?"

"It will take at least ten days or half a month for his leg to recover!"

The doctor said in disbelief, then looked at me and said softly, "Captain Lu, you're awake. How do you feel about your wound?"

I had no expression, not even any emotion.

Looking at his left leg with a wound and festering, he was calm as if it was not his own leg: "It's okay, it should be fine the day after tomorrow, please trouble the doctor."

The doctor was stunned for a few seconds, then looked concerned and said, "Captain Lu, you're not in a good condition. Do you need me to arrange for a psychiatrist to help you?"

I shook my head: "I am mentally healthy, I don't need it, thank you doctor for your concern."

"Lu Chi!"

The doctor took off her mask, revealing her young and beautiful face. She looked at me sadly and said, "Can't you see how I feel about you? I'm really heartbroken to see you like this. If a person doesn't care about his or her own health and life and death, then what's the difference between him or her and a zombie!"

I only glanced at her and then lowered my eyes: "Doctor Tan, romance is not allowed in the army. Please respect yourself and don't worry too much about my affairs."

My voice was somewhat distant: "A soldier is one who is not afraid of death. Only then can he be a qualified soldier."

This is what the devil taught me since I was a child.

He actually implemented this idea.

Whether in daily training or in combat, he is the one who is least afraid of death.

Likewise, he also received the honors he deserved. At a young age, he was promoted to battalion commander of the Python War Zone in the central region. The 12th Battalion he led was one of the most prestigious companies in the army.

However, he lost his left arm in a battle and had to wear a prosthesis ever since, losing the qualification to go to the front line.

The country still allows him to serve as the battalion commander because of his outstanding contributions and excellent command ability.

But he couldn't get promoted any further.

From then on, he became stricter and crueler to me.

It was as if he wanted to vent all his frustrated ambitions on me.

I am the tool for him to get revenge.

The female doctor wanted to say something else to me.

I had already drawn the isolation curtain and rejected her persuasion.

This is my life.

I've gotten used to all this.

Two days later.

I participated in military combat exercises as usual.

This time the actual combat exercise is at the border.

All the processes are very realistic and difficult, and you will get injured if you are not careful.

As expected, my left leg was torn again and a lot of blood was flowing out.

But I still tried my best and won the first place in the drill.

the first.

The unshakable first place.

evening.

He was very happy and called me to his tent.

He talked to me endlessly about his glorious past.

I sat opposite him and listened expressionlessly.

Every time I achieve glory, he gets so excited.

It seems like he is the successful one.

I also went from being happy when I received his praise when I was a child to being indifferent now.

disgust.

I just feel disgust.

The way he talked so excitedly and boastfully made me feel sick if I looked at him for one more second.

He seemed to have seen my resistance, and he stopped talking abruptly, staring at me:

"Lu Chi, do you hate me?"

I didn't say anything, just lowered my eyes.

"You never called me dad."

I looked up at him.

There was a hint of desolation in his eyes.

I think it's ridiculous.

dad?

I don't have a father.

He is not worthy of being my father.

I stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, I will go and rest first, Battalion Commander."

He seemed a little angry.

He stood up, his body a little unstable due to the lack of his left arm.

He said in a loud voice: "Lu Chi, I do this for your own good!"

"Only if you risk your life during training can you survive in actual combat!"

"As a soldier, you can't be afraid of death!"

It’s the same rhetoric again.

I've heard enough.

I looked at him coldly, not caring whether he would punish me or not, and turned and left.

"Okay, you are so arrogant, you have to run 20 laps with a 20 kilogram weight!"

His voice sounded from behind.

I picked up a 20-kilogram sandbag and ran toward the top of the mountain.

I would rather endure the physical pain than stay with him for one more second.

That night, I relied on my perseverance to hold on to my last breath and return to the camp.

After the next two days of practice, I no longer had the energy to compete for the first place.

I thought he would punish me.

For the first time ever, he didn't.

He didn't even come to blame me.

I don't want to know why, and I don't care.

As the large force packed up and prepared to return to the army.

Suddenly an alarm sounded.

There really is an enemy attack on the border.

We immediately prepared for battle.

After three days of drills, everyone was exhausted and the ammunition was almost gone.

We could only call for help while fighting off the enemy.

As the company commander, I naturally rushed to the front.

"Captain, you must be careful!"

"Captain, it's too dangerous, why don't we retreat!"

My teammates were all advising me to retreat slowly because they couldn't withstand the enemy's firepower.

But I stayed where I was.

Perhaps it was because of what the devil taught me, I really am not afraid of death at all.

I calmly laid the mines and set up the cannons.

One person killed dozens of enemies on the opposite side.

Successfully delayed the battle and waited for support.

In the end we won a great victory.

The comrades were all very happy.

I still have no emotions.

We packed up again and prepared to return.

This time, the enemy attacked again.

They launched an air strike.

Fierce artillery fire attacked our camp. We had no way of fighting the fighter planes and could only retreat in armored vehicles.

But they chased us relentlessly, biting us like hungry wolves.

"This won't work. I'll lead them away, and you retreat from the cliff!"

I immediately took out the walkie-talkie and gave the order.

Then he turned the car around and drove towards flat ground!

The other cars turned onto the cliff.

The excellent geographical advantage blocks the fighter jets' line of sight.

They all turned around and chased me and fired at me.

I drove calmly.

But the fighter's cannon still blocked my way.

Artillery pits sprang up from the ground.

Earth and rocks flew everywhere.

The car windows were shattered.

I stopped the armored vehicle suddenly and turned around.

"Bah—!"

Suddenly, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was heard.

The fighter jets in the sky also stopped bombarding me.

I turned and looked.

It was that devil.

He was driving from the other side with one arm!

The obvious battalion commander logo on his car attracted the fire of all fighter jets!

You know, killing him as a battalion commander is much more valuable than killing me as a company commander.

The fighter planes all chased him and bombarded him.

the first time.

I felt my heart tremble.

I don't understand why he rushed over to draw fire for me.

He should have just watched me die indifferently.

Just like the countless times when I looked at him with all my strength after undergoing his devilish training.

Indifference.

He had already driven away. Although he had one arm, his driving skills were no worse than those of ordinary people, and his stern temperament even had some of the bravery he described in the past.

But, no matter what, he is also one-armed.

The one-armed man is trying to compete with the fighter jet in speed.

He is so arrogant.

I cursed in my heart and stepped on the accelerator to chase after him!

Hurry up.

Faster.

I stared straight ahead.

My heart sank to the bottom as one bombshell after another hit me.

"Lu Chi, Lu Chi, can you hear me? This is Air Force One from the Python Theater. Turn around, we are right behind you!"

"Turn around quickly!"

"Lu Chi, can you hear me? Your father's car has been blown away. Turn around!"

The voice on the intercom became more and more intense.

But I didn't hear what they were saying.

All I could see was the armored vehicle that was blown up in front of me.

And the bloody man in the car.

The man who adopted me when I was three years old.

The enemy fighters were quickly forced back.

I got out of the car and walked towards the ruins step by step.

At that moment, I felt my legs were particularly heavy.

It seems to be filled with a thousand pounds of lead.

I forgot how I walked up to him and how I dragged him out of the car when he was only breathing his last breath.

His lower body had been blown to pieces.

His face was as pale as paper.

His eyes wandered, and he seemed to use up his last bit of strength to look at me:

"If I had trained harder, I wouldn't have lost this arm..."

As he spoke, he raised his trembling hand and tried to grab something.

I frowned and looked at him, trying my best to sound calm: "Hold on, the military doctor will be here soon."

He tried to force out a last smile: "Xiao Chi, for so long... it was my fault... I couldn't give it to you..."

The words are not finished yet.

He stopped breathing.

The old eyes were half open, filled with sorrow and regret.

that moment.

I felt a sharp pain.

It was as if a huge hand was twisting my heart, twisting and pulling it tightly.

I almost lost the ability to breathe.

I stared at him, stared at him.

I realized that most of his hair was white.

The old face is full of wrinkles.

Drops of water as big as beans burst out of my eyes.

Dripping on his bloody face.

I shook him woodenly:

"dad."

"Wake up, Dad."

"Don't you always want me to call you dad? Wake up."

"Get up, get up and let me run twenty laps!"

"You have always been fierce, why did you give up?!"

"Get up!"

By the end of my speech, my voice was a little hoarse.

I fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

"Captain Lu!"

"Captain Lu died."

"Captain, my condolences."

"Hurry up and inform everyone that the battalion commander has died."

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then.

I gave him a grand funeral in the army.

I was also promoted to battalion commander because of my outstanding performance.

At the age of twenty-three, he was the youngest battalion commander in the army.

The future is bright, but I don't feel happy.

I still think of that devil from time to time.

That my father.

Thinking about it.

I would be in constant pain.

Then force yourself not to recall.

I started training harder.

Training like hell.

It seems that only the pain in my body can make me forget.

Suddenly one day, my superior called me over.

"Lu Chi, the military is now holding a training camp for outstanding officers in the Eastern Theater Command, and they plan to send you there.

There are many opportunities there, and if you perform well you will most likely be promoted directly. You should seize the opportunity."

I complied.

A few days later, I arrived safely at the officer training camp in the Eastern Theater.

This place is full of young and promising officers, and almost all the outstanding talents from all war zones across the country are here.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw several soldiers fighting.

I stood behind the crowd and watched coldly.

One of them was a tall and handsome man with great fighting skills.

No one could beat him after several rounds.

A soldier beside him said excitedly: "This is Gu Ce, the most powerful man in the eastern region. He is so fucking awesome!"

"That's him, the commander of the Second Battalion of the Eastern Wild Wolf War Zone?"

"Well, he's quite young, only twenty-five."

"Tsk, look at his muscles, they're twice as big as mine!"

The crowd was talking.

I looked away and walked in without interest.

A soldier walked towards me holding a registration form: "Name, war zone."

"The 12th Battalion of the Python War Zone in the Central Region, Lu Chi."

"Oh? You are the youngest battalion commander, Lu Chi!"

His voice was quite loud.

Many people around looked over.

"Hey, then he is more awesome than Gu Ce, who is stronger between the two of them!"

"He actually became the battalion commander earlier than Gu Ce."

"I heard that his father was the commander of the 12th Battalion. Maybe he got promoted because of his father."

"Don't tell me, it's really possible."

The discussions around were a bit harsh.

I glanced over coldly.

They fell silent again.

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, so I just walked inside.

"Hey, Lu Chi, right?"

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant male voice sounded.

I turned my head and looked sideways.

It was the officer named Gu Ce.

He smiled lazily and raised his head towards me: "Gesture?"