Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Song Yaze helped Wu Hao change into casual clothes, put his arms on his shoulders, and helped him with some difficulty to keep up with the team in front.

At noon, the street was still clean and bright, but now it is occupied by soot and sparks, paved in a thick layer, and soaked in stinky blood.There are severed limbs and arms on the side of the road, some of which are adults and children. They once felt warmth and pain, but now they are lying on the side of the road like garbage; There was a loud crackling sound, exuding an uncomfortable smell.Death and fear kill vitality and beauty!

War is the god of death created by man.How many people have been killed by the flames of war in various tragic ways.This is the ugliness of a small number of people, but let innocent people be buried with them.

Looking at this tragic scene, Song Yaze felt a pain in his heart. Although it wasn't a heartache, it was like a slow tide coming over a large area, and it seemed to be continuous.

He has realized that whenever someone dies, his heart will ache, and this has become a rule.But compared to the physical pain, he felt more heartache.

Although he was not born in a harmonious family, he was born in a peaceful era and never experienced the clouds of war.Everything in front of me, as the same kind, I have to feel heartbroken and sigh, how cruel can people be?

Wu Hao's complexion became paler and his legs became weaker and weaker. He could no longer see anything, and most of his weight was on Song Yaze.He felt the cold wind pouring violently into his clothes, and he shivered from the cold.

He turned his head and said to Song Yaze with the last trace of sobriety: "Attention... the enemy army..." As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes and fell into a chaotic coma.

Song Yaze looked at the officer who was still strictly adhering to his duties at the last moment, and his heart was filled with incomparable admiration and emotion.He looked around at the ruined walls and broken corpses, endured the pain in his heart, swallowed a soreness, picked Wu Hao up on his back, and walked with difficulty.

Monk Huixian beside him also had a dignified expression, and his eyes that embraced the world were also deep and sad.His brisk steps gradually intensified, and he let out a vicissitudes of sigh, which contained unfathomable helplessness: "Oh! People!"

His dry lips moved silently, silently reciting the mantra of rebirth, providing these souls who died tragically with a ladder to a good place.He is a wandering monk, and the practice of meditation keeps his heart pure most of the time, but facing this tragic scene, his sympathy overflows a lot, he is not a heartless person.On the contrary, because of his bodhisattva-like great compassion, it is always easy to arouse sympathy.

The team walking in front is like a frightened bird.Even though it is still temporarily safe, they are still in a hurry. Even the slight "click" sound of the wooden branches on the roadside being burned by the flames can cause some timid people to exclaim.

In their eyes, the safe zone is a warm hut on the other side of the cliff, with bright lights in the house; but there is only a crumbling single-plank bridge to the opposite mountain!

But even this single-plank bridge, the Sidonians came and took it away.

Gunshots rang out, sophisticated fighter jets hovered in the night sky, and sirens sounded all around, breaking the dead silence. Everyone's hearts jumped up, and the cold air was forced into every pore like needles, and everyone's hair stood on end.What they were most worried about happened, and they might also change from a living life to a lifeless piece of meat!

Sidon soldiers came from all directions, like a flood of beasts, all of them were tall, one head taller than the Dongxia people on average, a circle of strength, equipped with high-end weapons, night vision goggles let them treat this group of unarmed people as if they were catching a turtle in a jar .Today, they have tens of thousands of elite soldiers, facing innocent civilians, the outcome can be imagined!Vulnerable people were instantly surrounded by Sidon's elite soldiers and left to be slaughtered.

A military helicopter descended from the sky, and the huge rotor made a deafening sound. A man in a blue military uniform got off the plane. He had blond hair, beautiful gray-blue eyes, and heavy black boots on his feet.

Undoubtedly, he was extremely handsome, and his face was as beautiful as kissed by God.But his beautiful eyes just wanted to reflect the light of arrogance; those thin lips just wanted to evoke a bloodthirsty smile.It's like the offspring of a celestial being and a Shura girl, so beautiful, yet so cruel.

"It turned out to be here, no wonder I couldn't find it in the air-raid shelter! Fortunately, I came quickly, otherwise I would let you run away!"

His voice is resonant and flamboyant, and every word he utters is showing off his mighty strength.

With a gunshot, Dr. Fu who was standing in front of the crowd was shot. He was wearing a white coat and was the leader, very conspicuous.Before Dr. Fu could even react, he was shot through his skull by a hard bullet.A patriotic angel in white was killed by the enemy just like that!

The person who led the team forward died, and the crowd suddenly became agitated. Everyone's confidence was shattered, and death was imminent. They were surrounded by thousands of death gods, like ants in a sea of ​​fire.Shouting, crying, nervous, no one can feel these three kinds of feelings.

"There's one more!" The blond man put away his gun, with a happy expression on his face, as if the killing just now was just a game.His eyes scanned the crowd back and forth, and those he glanced at shuddered.

He glanced around for several weeks, but he couldn't see the target person, and he was a little angry: "It's quite cunning. Those who are stubborn should be executed!"

He ordered his men to light a raging fire on the ruins high above.

Sparks were sprayed above the flames, and the bright red tongues licked straight towards the night sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, even the autumn wind came to fuel the flames, entangled with the greedy tongues of flames, and the tongues of flames began to change unpredictablely.

"Actually, I don't want to kill you civilians either! But the commander got in among you people and didn't want to stand up, so I can only drive you all into the fire! However, you are all Die for the future prosperity of the empire, you are all martyrs!"

Song Yaze became nervous. He was carrying the commander on his back.He wanted to protect Wu Hao, but he was afraid that the whole crowd would be sent to death together.

"Officer! The commander has changed his suit! He's right here with us..."

A father shouted, with an anxious expression on his face, tightly protecting his trembling son in his arms, with extremely conflicted emotions.He wanted to protect his son, but he had to sell the soldier at the price.He is a good father, but a traitor!

"Shut up!" Fortunately, there were still some patriots in the crowd, "You traitor! He is from Sidon, and he killed our compatriots! I would rather die than be a dog to this beast!"

A young man jumped out and interrupted the father angrily, his face was full of resentment.

"You just shut up!" the father yelled at the young man, with a look of hatred, "Do you want us all to die? Do you understand the feelings of a father?! It is our real protection!"

"To be a traitor, do it yourself! I would rather die than live under the hands of the enemy!"

"Then go to hell!" The blond officer fired a shot at the young man, right between the eyebrows.The young man's eyes were still open, still filled with anger towards the enemy, and he just fell straight backwards, dying with regret.

The middle-aged man was startled, and immediately fell silent, subconsciously hugging his son tightly, for fear that his son would be hurt.

The pain gradually piled up, Song Yaze covered his heart, and couldn't hold it any longer, so he had to put Wu Hao down and lean against the ruins beside him.

The blond officer said in a good mood: "Stubborn people must pay homage to the future, and those who go against this trend should die, for the sake of more people!"

He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then called a soldier to whisper.

Hearing the order, the soldier bowed and retreated. When he reappeared, he had a solid and heavy iron plate in his hand.He and several comrades walked up to the high ruins and placed the iron plate in the raging fire.

"Didn't you, Dongxia, take the left-wing route? Didn't you advertise that She Xiaojia is for everyone? Then let me see if you are consistent with your words and deeds!"

His cunning eyes turned, scanned the crowd, then pointed to the fire not far away and said:

"There's an iron plate on it, it's red hot. If anyone volunteers to sit on it* and die, I'll let you all go to the safe zone. If no one steps up, everyone will die. I want to see your choices, see if this place is worth my conquering."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, an old and loud voice sounded: "I'm coming!"

Everyone was relieved, and they were secretly happy because they could finally survive.Their hope is not high, just to survive, even if it is based on the pain of others.

Only Song Yaze was shocked, the voice came from beside him.The voice that echoed in the valley was full of vicissitudes and compassion, and hit his eardrums, causing tremors.

His heart seemed to be less painful, but he couldn't hold anything. There were only two words in his heart: hero.

The blond officer followed the sound and saw an old monk in gray, whose robes were blown up by the wind.He was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect someone to volunteer so soon.He became interested and walked towards the healthy old monk.

The blond officer approached and glanced at the old man curiously.Monk Huixian remained pure and pure, as if he hadn't seen the frightening flame.

"I didn't expect it to be an old guy! Haha! It's really interesting! It seems that you, Dongxia, are still worthy of my conquest!" He laughed wildly, without the slightest remorse for killing someone.

Monk Huixian smiled: "Cause and effect! Old monk, let's go!"

Under the strange eyes of the officer, he patted the ashes on the monk's uniform, with a relaxed smile on his face, as if what he saw in his eyes was not the flame iron plate, but the lotus pedestal.His monk's robe fluttered with the wind, and he was still unhurriedly twisting the beads in his hand.

"Boundless vow to save all living beings! Endless vow to end endless troubles! Unlimited vow to learn Dharma! Supreme vow to achieve Buddhahood..."

His steps are light, and he is so comfortable under the complicated eyes of countless people.

Song Yaze saw that Monk Huixian was still happy about the torture, and his heart suddenly surged with excitement.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe, forgot the pain in his heart, and forgot about the war, as if everyone in the world had disappeared, only the leisurely back of Monk Huixian.He stood up from the ground in a daze, and shouted to the gray figure:

"Master!"

His jaw trembled, his eyes welled up, and his throat trembled slightly. This was a moment he had never experienced before.He has always been calm and calm, but now, facing this awe-inspiring monk, he really can't control his inner admiration.

The blond officer turned around and followed the movement to see Song Yaze.At this moment, he was slightly stunned, and a strange warmth spread in his heart.He had never seen Song Yaze before, and this unprecedented feeling made his heart beat faster.

Monk Huixian turned around with a smile and said to Song Yaze, "Young man, do you believe in the cause and effect of the third life? Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Song Yaze was too excited to speak, and his body trembled slightly.His throat rolled and he said, "I believe it!"

"Just believe it! Just believe it! Haha..."

Still smiling, Monk Huixian walked up to the ruins with light steps, plunged into the sea of ​​flames, and meditated on the red-hot iron plate, as if he could not feel pain, he had entered meditation.After a while, the ashes of the monk's uniform and the smell of burnt flesh floated in the air.

Song Yaze's heart began to ache. Although the pain was tolerable, it was much heavier than when he came.He frowned, grabbed the front of his front, and arched his body slightly.

"Are you okay?" The voice of the blond officer came from his ear, which startled him, and subconsciously backed away from the source of the voice.When he raised his head again, the officer had already walked in front of him.

"Are you afraid?" The blond officer was a head taller than him, looking condescending.

Song Yaze held back the pain and said to him, "Can we go back to the safe zone?"

The blond officer smiled strangely: "Of course, I will send soldiers to lead the way for you."

After finishing speaking, he stared closely at Song Yaze's face, paused, and said, "My name is Caesar."

Song Yaze glanced at him and nodded slightly.The identity of the enemy made him unable to warmly greet Caesar, so he carried the unconscious Wu Hao on his back and walked forward with difficulty.

"Do you want me to order someone to help you carry it?" Caesar glanced at Wu Hao, raised his eyebrows proudly, and looked a little teasing.

Song Yaze's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "No need! I can do it."

Caesar laughed, a provocative look in his eyes.He raised his hand to press Song Yaze's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and said with a breath, "The commander must be very heavy."

Song Yaze breathed a sigh of relief as if hearing thunder. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Caesar in disbelief.

Caesar was still calm. He pointed his chin at the advancing team and said slowly, "Aren't you going to catch up?"