Time Travel: A Villain's Self-cultivation

After giving instructions to the rabbits, Ye Hao took out a set of coarse cloth clothes and put them on. He smeared some dust on his face before walking out of the jungle with peace of mind.

After going down the mountain, there is a vast plain with yellowed soil and dry cracks extending infinitely across the earth.

It looks like this area has been dry for a long time, forming a sharp contrast with the dense green jungle behind it.

But since this is an animation world, Ye Hao didn't pay attention to these unreasonable phenomena.

After taking a quick look and confirming the direction pointed out by the machine gunner, Ye Hao began to move forward.

There was no one along the way, and no living creatures were seen, which made Ye Hao a little confused.

It's not even lunch time at this time, so there should be hardworking farmers outside.

"Maybe it's because of the dry weather." Ye Hao comforted himself.

Ye Hao's physical fitness is still very good, and he did not consume too much energy after traveling for a whole morning.

But the jungle is not like this plain. The further we walked, the hotter the weather became.

Sweat quickly soaked my clothes and I gradually felt weak.

"Are you short of water?"

Ye Hao frowned. He didn't bring anything else except a pistol.

This was considered carelessness, but fortunately the crooked tree depicted by the machine gunner appeared in front of Ye Hao.

It was a tree growing on a hillside, which was a small highland on the plain.

"You should be able to see the village when you get there."

Ye Hao swallowed and quickened his pace.

But the closer I got to the tree, the harder it became to move forward, and each step seemed heavier than the last.

Ye Hao shrugged his nose and his eyes became serious.

After finally climbing to the top of the slope and leaning against the crooked tree to look around, Ye Hao was shocked.

The land in the distance was covered with traces of wheel marks.

The village in the distance was eerily quiet. There was no white smoke rising from cooking, and no villagers coming in and out.

"It's over, something happened." Ye Hao's brain jumped, this was his first reaction in an instant.

Ye Hao hurried back. It was not a wise choice to rush in alone in this situation.

And the absence of gunfire proved another terrible fact.

Ye Hao gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and anger filled his mind.

If the system was still there, if my god-level skills were still there...

Unfortunately, there is no if... This is... The real world is also...

In the jungle, the machine gunner was still holding his post, lying on the ground motionless.

Suddenly I heard footsteps and I became alert.

"Who! Stop! Command!"

"Changjiang! Reply!"

"Yellow River! Pass!"

Ye Hao walked out of the jungle, but his face didn't look very good.

The rabbits felt a little uneasy when they saw this. The hygiene rabbit stepped forward and asked:

"Dear, what happened in front?"

Ye Hao shook his head, sighed, and told everyone his discovery.

No one wants to think of the worst, but the facts have proved that the chicken has definitely been to that village.

"Dear, let's hurry up and get on the road."

After hearing this, Machine Gun Rabbit, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

That village is not far from his own village, and he is now very worried about his mother and sister at home.

Ye Hao thought for a moment and nodded. Staying here was not a solution. Moreover, he could understand Machine Gun Rabbit's anxiety.

"Honey, let's go now, but be careful not to act on impulse!"

"Everything is done to complete the mission!"

"Yes!"

In this way, the rabbits rushed out of the jungle and headed for the loess plain ahead.

Machine Gun Rabbit took the lead and rushed to the front, followed closely by Ye Hao and others.

But at this moment Ye Hao suddenly found that all the discomfort he felt when he came here just now disappeared.

This shocked Ye Hao greatly, but it was a good thing after all, as it would make the journey much faster.

Everyone first came to the crooked tree, and looking from below, they saw that it was just as Ye Hao said.

The road below was dotted with tire marks, and the village in the distance was eerily quiet, even though it should have been cooking time.

There was a pungent smell in the air, a familiar smell, but...

"My dears, let's go quietly. If there are too many enemies, don't fight to the death."

"Signalman, report the situation here to the company headquarters."

"Yes!" the communication rabbit replied.

Then he skillfully took out the radio and began to report the situation.

Ye Hao felt a huge pressure when he saw this scene.

A radio is really too valuable for a Red Army company. It seems that this pilot is really important to everyone.

Under the leadership of Ye Hao, the rabbits formed a tripod formation and moved forward.

Machine gun rabbit is still the fire suppression point in the front row.

Looking at this burly machine gun rabbit, Ye Hao was amazed.

After carrying such a heavy machine gun for such a long time and marching at a forced pace, the other party didn't seem to feel tired at all.

This is really too strong...

The team gradually approached the village, but the closer they got to the village, the stronger the smell of blood became.

Ye Hao could clearly see that Machine Gun Rabbit's hands holding the gun were trembling slightly.

This is clearly an animation world, and there are clearly a group of animals here, but even Ye Hao's heart is trembling with anger.

This mood continued until they entered the village, and Ye Hao could no longer resist the murderous intent in his eyes.

Anger almost took over his entire brain, and the scenes before him made him feel cold.

The bloody little corpse crushed on the millstone was obviously a fair, tender and adorable baby before birth.

Broken limbs and arms could be seen everywhere, as well as scattered heads rolling on the ground.

There were men, women, young and old, all with expressions filled with fear and terror.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and burnt meat.

There were corpses, with disemboweled bodies, decapitated bodies, bodies riddled with bullet holes,

There were corpses, mixed with clothes burned by the fire, including young adults, old people, and even mothers protecting their children...

Ye Hao's heart ached. What he had seen in textbooks... on TV and in movies... and what was recorded in documentaries... was far more shocking than what happened on the scene.

There are no words that can describe this cruelty, and no words can describe the feelings of every flower-growing person when they see this scene.

That is history that should never be forgotten, and it is history that must always be deeply ingrained in our hearts.

91 years have passed, but time cannot erase the crimes committed by the invaders.

We are even less qualified to forgive the invaders on behalf of our ancestors.

When this war of aggression comes, no one on the other side is innocent and they all deserve to die!

Ye Hao really wanted to ask those who said that we should choose to be tolerant and forgive.

How dare you forgive such a deep hatred?

The blood and tears of the previous generation are not to teach us to forgive, but to make us self-reliant, to make our enemies intimidated and afraid of us, and to make the flower-growing country prosperous and powerful.

Let generations of flower growers no longer have to endure such humiliation.

Those who keep saying forgiveness, what qualifications do you have to forgive? Who can you forgive on behalf of?

Before saying this, I would like to ask those people whether they have ever thought about the two numbers "30" and "731" in their minds?

Those who keep saying that we should remember history instead of hatred.

When you were in that era, let me ask you, could you let go of this kind of hatred?

Your parents were shot, your older sister was raped by a group of invaders in front of you, your newborn brother was stabbed into boiling water with a bayonet and boiled alive, they pointed a gun at you and ordered you to rape your sister, they hung the heads of your entire family at the door, and they were still laughing after doing all this.

Should you remember this kind of hatred? Should you forget it?

(The chapter ends, and the subsequent plot will be made up during the holidays.)