Day by day in the infinite game

After finally protecting the three fellow refugees, she smashed the glass box and bundled the onlookers in the room into a pile. Tang Qinqin asked the three people who had narrowly escaped death to hide themselves carefully while she went out to rescue the others.

But, what did she see?

Only a short time had passed, and the living beings who had been escorted here had already suffered varying degrees of heinous destruction. The dark corridors echoed with all kinds of heart-wrenching wailings, and were filled with blood that almost made her collapse.

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Their organs were removed, their limbs were twisted and broken, they were roasted to death at high temperatures, their blood was drained, viruses and bacteria were forcibly injected, they were treated as meat on the cutting board, watched, and dissected alive...

As if she had walked into hell, Tang Qinqin's eyes were about to burst, and her face was filled with tears that could not be wiped away. She held her compatriots who were still alive with trembling hands, and watched the tears pouring out of their bodies like rag dolls.

The blood could not be covered no matter how hard I covered it. Seeing their lives disappearing, my heart ached.

She suppressed her sobs, let her tears flow silently, and quickly used pills and silver needles to save them. However, the brutal thieves struck too hard, causing their intestines to pierce and their stomachs torn apart, and their blood to flow profusely. She could not take back their lives...

At this moment, Tang Qinqin missed the team of players who had worked side by side for a long time and had a perfect tacit understanding.

If they were here, could they work together to stop the thieves' inhumane black-hearted experiment?

Can it also save thousands of compatriots who are struggling in dire straits, save more people from being displaced, and avoid being humiliated and trampled by thieves?

Then there would be no such nightmare scene in front of me, and there would be no such painful and incompetent state of mind at this moment...

But Tang Qinqin's rationality told her that this was bloody history, it was real, it could not be changed or denied, it was the tragic experience of countless compatriots weeping blood, it was the heinous crimes of thieves, and they had no conscience at all.

Ironclad proof of inhumane dark thoughts and despicable means!

Faced with blood and crime, Tang Qinqin thought about the culprit's shameless denial, refusal to apologize, and even attempted to confuse right and wrong, and the ugly face of confusing right and wrong. As a person born in a peaceful era, she felt for the first time that she wanted to "eat him alive"

Meat, drink its blood, cramp its tendons, bruise its bones and raise ashes." The overwhelming hatred.

The country hates the family, and they are irreconcilable.

But no matter how much she hates her, she can't change history.

The wheel of history rolls forward, and no matter pain, sorrow or joy, it will be deposited in the long river of time. The difference is that some people work hard and their names will be remembered in history, while some people are nailed to the pillar of shame and are reviled by the world.

Xiaoqi, who was busy recording all these evidences, had matured to the point where it could sympathize with the host's emotions. As a string of data codes that were born with no emotions, it felt the host's current grief and sadness, and actually began to feel a little sad.

Tang Qinqin slowly calmed down. She looked at the compatriots who had been killed in front of her, clapped her hands, and gathered the surviving compatriots.

"Do you hate me? Do you want revenge?"

"Now that you have the opportunity to get some interest for yourself and them, do you dare?"

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

As soon as Tang Qinqin finished speaking, a skinny man covered in blood stood up to respond. The sadness and hatred in his eyes almost solidified and pointed towards the bundled thief.

"And me!" A weak young voice sounded. He was sitting in the corner, holding the bloody body of his companion in his arms, trying to stand up.

"...Ah! Kill these evil-hearted bitches!" One of the survivors suddenly shouted, then ran to the thieves' side, waving his fists, beating each one hard with all his strength, cursing, and bursting into tears.

His face expressed his inner sorrow.

Tang Qinqin's eyes suddenly turned red again.

She raised her head slightly and gritted her teeth to hold back the raging tears.

At this moment, her mood suddenly changed.

Since I can't change history, let me at least reveal the truth of history.

You can't change history, but you can change the future.

At the very least, we should expose the evil deeds of thieves to the world, arouse the vigilance of future generations, and warn generations of Chinese people that only by working hard to strengthen themselves, only by uniting as one, and only by unswervingly serving the country with red hearts and working together to build a strong country, will we not

Let this kind of tragic history repeat itself, so that the ancient nation that has been passed down for thousands of years will not be humiliated again, and the surrounding wolves, tigers and leopards will not be given any chance to encroach on the territory!

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When Tang Qinqin finally returned to the team with supplies, it was already dawn.

Feeling the overwhelming blood and hatred remaining on his daughter's body, Zhang Jingzu, who woke up, frowned for a moment.

Did Manman go to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?

After Tang Qinqin handed over many supplies to the person in charge, walked over with several survivors following him, and briefly described what happened last night to Zhang's father, even if he did not mention the details, Zhang Jingzu was used to seeing blood.

The iron-blooded soldiers who died in the rainy wind couldn't help but have red eyes, clenched their fists, and their veins were showing.

"Old Zhang, I have sent the scumbags who did the experiment on their way. The rest of them are about a thousand elite soldiers. I have brought you the weapons arsenal. I will leave the rest to you first."

After Tang Qinqin finished speaking with a dull expression, he thought of something again and added in a low voice: "I have brought you some good helpers, they can guide you."

She handed over the dogs who were successfully rebelled by Meow and Wang Ce in the companion space to Zhang's father.

Then he said hello and took Dahuang to the place in his memory to find his master.

Times make heroes. Leaders such as Mr. Zhang and others who defended the country came out in line with the times. They are the epitome of thousands of Chinese people who aspire to serve the country and defend the country bravely. They are the backbone of the push for the development of history.

All Tang Qinqin could do was to take advantage of the fact that the original owner was Zhang Jingzu's daughter, to help his cause as much as possible, and to do his part to regain the country as soon as possible and expel the dog thieves.

She can't change the more bloody and heavy reality, they still have to face it on their own.

With enough food, sufficient weapons and equipment, and new uniforms, the brave Zhang Jiajun are fully capable of dealing with the remaining scum in the Northland bandit stronghold.

I have long promised Dahuang to take it to find its owner, and now it is time to embark on the journey.

Zhang Jingzu stared at his daughter's retreating figure for a long time. The rising sun in the sky cast its first light on his resolute profile, illuminating his worried heart.

But he is proud and proud at the same time.

It is said that a tiger father has no dog daughter, and Jiaojiao, who was once held in his palm, has grown up unknowingly, reaching a level that he could not even imagine.

He is a loving father and a soldier who is dedicated to serving the country. Seeing the changes in his daughter, he feels distressed but also full of joy.

When we live in troubled times, when a country rises or falls, everyone has a responsibility.

Defending the homeland is never just the responsibility of one person or a group of people, it is the shared responsibility of millions of Chinese people.