Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 97 God gave me the wrong golden sword

In the world of two people, it is easy to forget time. The weather is getting warmer day by day, and Tang Qiuli's injuries have completely improved. These twenty days of isolation from the world have made him seem to have forgotten the battlefields of blood and fire, the flash of swords and the shadows of the past.

Fighting career, enjoying a peaceful life to the fullest, everything yesterday seems like a lifetime ago, far away and deep in the memory.

During the day, the two held each other's hands and ran wildly on the hillside where the spring grass was budding. When they were tired, they would lie on the hillside, bathing in the spring sunshine, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky, and listening to each other's heartbeats.

At night, they hugged each other and fell asleep, feeling extremely affectionate. The blazing bonfire ignited two young hearts. Spring is a season of growth.

Unlike at the base, the two of them completely let go and enjoyed the rhythm of life. Only the mountains and green pines were listening to their lover's breath and whisper.

Twenty-year-old Xiaoling is becoming more and more attractive. Her thin spring shirt cannot hide her plump, slender and strong body. She may have untied her heart knot. She has a charming face, radiant eyes, and watery eyes.

Her seductive charm tempted him all the time.

A few days later, he and Xiaoling packed their things and prepared to leave here. What should end will eventually end. Looking at everything in the cave, Tang Qiuli suddenly felt reluctant to leave. He had too many memories here.

, this may be the longest time that he and Xiaoling have been alone, and there will never be such an opportunity in the future.

He suddenly thought that if he engraved here: "On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling spent happy time here", a few years later, when future generations discovered this place, would they be greatly surprised and regard it as a cultural relic?

I will examine why these two people are so sacred. By then, I may have been lost in the dust and fog of history.

Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling left this unforgettable and nostalgic place for them. Following the map's guidance, they slept in the open air and hurried toward the base.

Climbing a mountain peak, what appears in front of you is a small village at the foot of the mountain with only a dozen households. An ominous thick smoke hangs over the village, and with the wind comes a pungent smell of burning.

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They both looked at each other and had a premonition that something they didn't want to see happened here.

Sneaking quietly to the outskirts of the village, Tang Qiuli took out his telescope. In the lens, a house still smoking and burning appeared in front of him. In an open space in the village, a group of people in khaki military uniforms were standing on a fire.

Various livestock and poultry were roasted, and there were also some people wrapped in black clothes among them.

It's the Japs, it's the group of Japs who are tracking me. It's been more than twenty days, and these little Japs are still lingering around here. It seems that the Japs have sealed off this area, and they won't find me until they find me.

Withdrawing troops.

He moved the camera elsewhere and saw the scene he least wanted to see.

Dozens of corpses lay bleeding on the vaguely green open space, dyeing the ground a shocking dark red. They were all stabbed to death with bayonets, some had their heads chopped off, and several babies were thrown

The head was broken, and the little body stretched helplessly under the blue sky.

On the other side are the corpses of women, all naked. It seems that they suffered inhuman humiliation before death. Their empty eyes are staring at the sky, silently describing the sins of animals under the bright sun.

Tang Qiuli's heart, which had been softened by love, instantly hardened. The anger in his chest was burning, and invisible murderous intent suddenly came out of his body. Xiaoling beside him was so stimulated by Tang Qiuli's fierce murderous intent that his body trembled and she was surprised.

He turned to look at his lover, his eyes full of doubts.

This was another massacre of a village. The beasts that had committed heinous crimes were eating, drinking, talking and laughing wantonly next to the corpses of these innocent people. Tang Qiuli's heart was bleeding.

The Japanese can't find themselves, so they vent their incompetence on these civilians. My fellow Guandong folks who have suffered so much, why do beasts that lose their humanity always break into your peaceful pastoral life, causing you to suffer catastrophe?

Am I, Tang Qiuli, an ominous person? Will I bring disaster to innocent civilians wherever I go?

This is not the first time that he has witnessed a tragedy, Weijia Wopu, an unknown mountain village, and everything here. Every time, he feels deep self-blame and powerlessness.

Next to her, Xiaoling saw her lover's hands trembling slightly, her eyes full of confusion, sadness, and hesitation. Her heart tightened. What did Qiu Li see? What made him lose his composure?

She took the telescope from Tang Qiuli. After a moment, Xiaoling turned around. The difference was that Xiaoling's eyes were full of anger and her face was pale. "Qiuli, I saw it. Kill all these beasts.

As long as they exist on our land for a day, we don't know how many innocent people will suffer!" As he spoke, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his fine white teeth were bitten tightly.

Tang Qiuli woke up from the moment of confusion. Xiaoling's words gave him a great shock. If he didn't want to be hurt by animals, he had to eliminate them. Maybe he came from later generations, and the peaceful scene left a deep impression on him.

When it comes to my mind, I feel puzzled that these Japanese beasts are keen on killing civilians. What does war have to do with civilians?

Xiaoling's words, like drums in the evening and bells in the morning, woke him up. This is the nature of an invader. He felt ashamed for his loss. He kissed Xiaoling gently on the cheek and said, "Thank you!" Xiaoling was very confused.

Thank me for what?

Tang Qiuli didn't answer, just smiled slightly, untying his knot, and he felt much more relaxed. Xiaoling didn't ask further questions. She was used to Qiu Li's many weird behaviors, and this girl already had a very high immunity.

, However, she was still very happy to see her lover freed from the state just now, and became full of energy and wisdom.

Spreading out the map, Tang Qiuli pointed to a place called Zhenlongtan. It is a large swamp. It is more than ten miles away from here. We will be there to send these Japanese beasts back to their hometown. These devils will be here tonight.

We will camp here and we will move after dark to see the terrain.

Zhenlongtan is located on a plain between high mountains, stretching for more than ten miles. Under the dense grass stems and rotting grass, there is black stagnant water. The surface is very soft. If you walk on it, you will die if you don't pay attention.

Worry, the water plants are tangled together to form towers, some of which can be moved

, there is shallow water on the surface below. People who are familiar with the terrain can jump forward by stepping on the towers. However, this requires extremely high skills. If you are not careful, you will fall below. You will not have enough strength under your feet, and the more you will struggle, the more you will struggle.

, the faster it sinks, and in the end, the mud reaches the top of the head, which is a dead end.

According to the locals, even a dragon that fell into the swamp would be in danger and swallowed up countless lives every year.

Tang Qiuli stood on the edge of Zhenlong Beach and couldn't help but suck in the cold air. The swamp was covered by a layer of mist, making it difficult to see its true appearance. It was filled with sparkling water and green grass, with no sign of life activity.

He cut a long birch pole and tentatively poked it into the muddy water. The pole suddenly reached the top. He tried again and poked the tower of water plants. As expected, the pole was swinging back and forth and was very unstable.

Try stepping on it with your foot. It's soft and seems to lend some strength.

He tied a long rope around his waist, asked Xiaoling to pull it tightly, and tried to jump onto a tower. This was called being prepared, but he didn't want to die before he got out of the way. After several experiments, he mastered the method of jumping into the swamp.

The way to keep the body balanced is to hold a birch pole in each hand. When the body loses balance, point the pole on the tower next to it to adjust it.

After doing this, he knew what was going on, and he and Xiaoling had a simple meal. He dug a bunker for Xiaoling on the side of the swamp, set up the light machine gun so that the firepower could cover the entire front, and agreed on a secret code for communication.

He plunged into the big green forest in the evening spring breeze.

In the night, a figure approached the Japanese camp as nimble as a cheetah. Several bonfires illuminated the Japanese camp brightly. Two sentries were lazily pacing back and forth with their rifles in their hands. There was a burst of sound coming from the tent.

Sounds from the pigsty.

A crisp gunshot broke the tranquility of the night. A bloody hole appeared on the forehead of a Japanese sentry. The rotating warhead, carrying kinetic energy, knocked him down head-on. The other sentry hurriedly raised his gun, but before he could wait,

Looking for the target, a hole was drilled into his forehead.

This time, it was like poking a hornet's nest. More than a hundred Japs blew up the camp, crawled out of the tents in disheveled clothes, and fired guns everywhere. Thank you, the Japs still haven't found where the guns came from.

, the two Japanese sentries, the only ones who knew the reason, turned into corpses.

Just as the Japs were wandering around like headless chickens, there were two more gunshots, and the two Japs fell down. Now the Japs determined the direction in which to shoot, and the machine guns and rifles rushed in that direction and hit them head-on.

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Tang Qiuli deliberately exposed his figure in the firelight. Those ninjas had really good eyesight. They could immediately tell that this was the target that he had been tracking for more than twenty days and disappeared mysteriously. How could he let such an opportunity pass?

The Japs were like wild dogs smelling the scent of prey, and swarmed after them. A Japs commander waved his command sword and shouted: "Shisimai, Shisimai!" Before he could finish shouting, he was hit on the forehead.

A fatal bullet, like a tree stump, fell to the ground.

Another Japs commander took over the command and led the Japs in pursuit along the direction Tang Qiuli left.

The devil finally took the bait!

The chase battle was fierce in the mountains and forests. Tang Qiuli was afraid that the Japanese would not catch up, so he fired a few shots from time to time. He was also afraid that the Japanese would be thrown too far away and the Japanese would lose their target. The work was difficult and thrilling.

Screaming bullets passed by him, and several times, the dense machine gun bullets hit the pine tree where he was hiding, and the bark flew everywhere, but there was a lot of splash.

The terrible thing is that those Japanese ninjas are much more dexterous than ordinary Japanese soldiers, and they gradually surrounded him. If he hadn't taken advantage of the chaos and knocked down a few of them, the others were afraid of his marksmanship and wouldn't have been able to mix with the large number of Japanese soldiers.

Easy to escape.

Chasing and fighting, ahead is Dragon Dragon Beach.