Fast Travel: When Cannon Fodder Becomes a Heartthrob

Xiaohong on the ferry fell to her knees, kowtowing fiercely as she watched the smoke billowing in the distance, and the children beside her also sobbed and wiped their tears.

Manager Zhao tried to raise his head to prevent his tears from flowing out, and the fists hanging on his sides were clenched tightly.

After the fire was extinguished, Shao Yuan pushed everyone away and rushed in first, the smoke choked him and he couldn't stop coughing, but he still ran towards the stage persistently.

The once ornate stage was burned to ruins, and only a piece of melted gold remained on the ash heap in the center of the stage.

Shao Yuantong looked around in disbelief with red eyes, "No, this is definitely not her, definitely not her!"

After Zhao Youwei saw the gold nuggets, his knees instantly lost his strength, and he staggered to the ash pile and carefully picked up the gold nuggets.

He knew that this was his testimony to Xiyue...

Qi Yiming walked into the house, still holding a porcelain jar in his hand, and swept Xiyue's ashes into the jar, he finally knelt on the ground and smiled contentedly.

"Dashuai, there is no one alive in Paramount Gate..."

Zhao Shiyan and Li Peichen never dared to go in, and after the searching soldiers reported the news, Zhao Shiyan felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Li Peichen forced the pain in his heart as if it was about to tear, and asked the soldiers to take Zhao Shiyan to the hospital for treatment.

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Shao Yuan was like a mad wolf who had lost his partner, he snatched the gun from the soldier's hand, wanted to end himself and followed Xiyue.

Li Peichen quickly stepped forward and knocked him to the ground with a punch, and the fist fell on Shao Yuan's body one by one, but the other party was as dead as ashes, without even a trace of struggle.

"Shao Yuan, you are a fucking coward! Xiyue, don't you know why she died! You don't want to avenge her! Instead, you are looking for death and life here, knowing that Lao Tzu should not have jumped down from the upstairs to save you in the first place!"

After saying this, Li Peichen threw the gun on his waist in his face.

"If you want to die, die quickly, don't delay me.

Wang Hongcai in the crowd saw that the situation was not good and wanted to run, Shao Yuan looked stunned, picked up a gun and aimed it at the back of his head.

In the exclamations of the people around him, Wang Hongcai fell to the ground with his eyes glared and never got up again.

Shao Yuan's face was dirty, and his gloomy eyes flickered, and he couldn't let Xiyue die in vain... He wants to avenge Xiyue...

As outstanding representatives of patriotism, the names Li Xiyue and Nightingale ignited the seeds of patriotism and the flame of revolution in the hearts of many people.

The heavy ancient bell is struck, and the consciousness that has been rotten for many years finally embarks on a new path.

On the contrary, the Wa State was not so happy, and all the officials who were invited to the banquet by Shuichi Tanaka that day were officials above the rank of lieutenant, which was equivalent to the collapse of the strategic command department of the Wa State and the great loss of military vitality.

Just when the rulers of the Japanese kingdom were in a hurry, the counterattack belonging to the revolutionaries began...

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Xiaohong, who studied abroad, changed her name to Li Yuehong, the outside world is peaceful and prosperous, and the flowers and greenery are dazzling, but Li Yuehong never forgets the promise she made to Xiyue.

After a lot of hard work, she returned from her studies and became one of the first industrialists, which had a huge impact on the future economy of the country.

At that time, those children also gradually grew up, and they were all excellent, assisting Li Yuehong to make the industry bigger and bigger.

And Manager Zhao bought the ruins of Paramount to build a house, and guarded it here for the rest of his life.

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Hugh Martin returned to his homeland, Xiyue died, and his heart seemed to die with it.

Decadent for a long time, looking at the photos in the old camera, his eyes gradually firmed....

A photo album called "The Nightingale and the Rose" quickly became popular, and people were attracted by the mysterious and elegant oriental woman on the cover.

The outer petals of the flower are as red as fire, and the inner part of the flower is as red as jade. The

photo gallery begins with Martin's first encounter with Xiyue, the beauty in a pine green cheongsam suddenly looks back in the fire of the explosion, and in the darkness she is as beautiful as the most precious emerald jade, giving people a strong sense of visual impact.

The album is not very thick, and it can be seen that most of the photos were taken by Martin secretly.

She sat in the café bright and dignified, stood in front of Paramount and smiled smartly, stood by the window and watched the procession with sad eyes, she died in the fire and died with the enemy...

A photo album records the last days of this woman named Li Xiyue, and each photo has a unique artistic beauty, not bloody or violent, but viciously tearing apart the various crimes committed by the Japanese state.

'Miss Nightingale' has become synonymous with the aesthetics of regret, and many people regard her as the most holy white moonlight in their hearts.

As the influence of The Nightingale and the Rose grew, international organizations began to step in.

The truth is digging deeper and deeper, and the cruelty of war has made many people gasp, and people have called for world peace.

Martin could have made a lot of money from the album, but he didn't, and when he donated all the money he earned to UNICEF, Martin gradually disappeared from the limelight.

Years later, Martin's adopted son knelt in front of his coffin with tears in his eyes, his face serene, clutching a yellowed album in his arms.

Mr. Martin Boots never married, and every day of his life he misses the Nightingale....

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Qi Yiming invested all his property in the Red Star Society, left Shanghai with Xiyue's ashes, and returned to the Northeast.

Time flies so fast, it seems like winter is coming in the blink of an eye...

This year's snow was exceptionally heavy, and Qi Yiming was standing alone in the courtyard, and the snow was about to bury his calves.

He was still wearing a gray gown.

After standing in the snow for a long time, his lips had been frozen to cyanosis, but he still held the clay pot and quietly watched the snowflakes fall.

After a long time, a chuckle came from his lips.

"If the white head can be replaced by snow, how can there be a hard-working person in the world... I should have understood..."

Snowflakes fell into his pale eyes.

Cool, prickly.

Qi Yiming fell into the snow with a clay pot in his arms, and the scattered blood stains that dripped from the corners of his mouth onto the snow bloomed like red plums...

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Since Xiyue left, Shao Yuan's personality has become much more reticent, and he joined Li Peichen's troops and fought bravely on the front line.

It was only when he faced those Japanese soldiers that a monstrous anger appeared in his eyes.

Today's Shao Yuan is just a shell full of revenge.

But his dream was not realized in the end, and in a battle, Shao Yuan's unit was ambushed, and all the people were ambushed by the enemy, even Shao Yuan was no exception.

By the time Li Peichen arrived with his troops, the battle was over.

Shao Yuan, covered in blood, was lying on his back on the ground, his chest rising and falling, obviously still breathing, but the medical soldier with a heavy face still shook his head at Li Peichen.

Li Peichen strode to his side and sat down, Shao Yuan stared at the bright moon in the sky with his eyes, and took out the bloodstained puppet from his pocket in pain.

Holding it next to the moon, the corners of Shao Yuan's lips slowly hooked, "Su Yue Liutian... As beautiful as her..."

Li Peichen exhaled heavily, "I will continue to fulfill your unfulfilled wish for you."

Hearing this, Shao Yuan glanced at him slightly, and the blood stains on his face soaked into his eyes with the movements, but now he no longer felt that this was a man-eating world.

Red is the flame that leads the way.

Closing his eyes in relief, Shao Yuan said the last sentence in an angry voice.

"Thank you, big brother.

Li Peichen's pupils shrank suddenly, and Shao Yuan was no longer breathing.

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war is becoming more and more stalemate in the later stages, and any further drag on like this will only be detrimental to them.

Lai Peichen made a decision after careful consideration.

That is, he led the death squad to charge in the most dense place of the Japanese garrison, and Zhao Youwei launched a surprise attack on the relatively weak defense line on the other side, which was enough to break the stalemate in front of him.

Under his summoning, a total of 300 people joined the death squad, including Li Peichen himself, a total of 301 people, they formed the '301 death squad' and rushed to the front line with the belief of death.

Looking at the backs of the warriors leaving, Zhao Youwei and the others saluted them with respect.

There is a huge disparity in strength between the death squads and the local garrisons, and what they have to do is not to annihilate the enemy, but to do their best to delay time for the other side.

In the end, all 300 members of the death squad died heroically, and their sacrifices were not in vain, and Zhao Youwei successfully led the army to break through the defense line.

"Why didn't you see Li Peichen.

Just as everyone was looking for Li Peichen's body, a soldier pointed to one place with trembling hands, and everyone's eyes widened in shock.

On a mountain of corpses piled up with the corpses of nearly 100 people, a man in military uniform, covered in blood, sat on it, his eyes were out of focus, and he had been dead for a long time.

But his back was still straight, the machete in his hand was clenched, and his eyes were fixed on the east, where the red sun was about to rise.

Li Peichen, who was like Shura, made everyone present stand on end.

The lieutenant who led the troops took off his military hat, bowed respectfully to Li Peichen, and did not forget to sigh at the end.

"The body is dead, the

spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and the ghost is the hero..."--

The billowing smoke and the stray bullets that kept strafing made Zhao Shiyan's nerves tense, and his handsome face was blackened by cannon fodder.

Seeing a comrade-in-arms standing in place, he clenched his hind teeth and struggled to knock people down, but he didn't want a stray bullet to be aimed at them.

With an explosion, Zhao Shiyan's body fell heavily to the ground, and almost instantly, his body was covered with large and small wounds.

"Shi Yan!" Zhao

Youwei, who was far away from him, turned back as if he had telepathy, and saw his younger brother who fell to the ground, and he held the person in his arms with red eyes.

"Shi Yan, cheer up a little! Don't close your eyes!" Holding

his inhuman-shaped younger brother, Zhao Youwei's heart was like a knife, this was the third time he had experienced the feeling of powerlessness.

"Photos... Photos..."

Zhao Shiyan kept muttering in his mouth, and Zhao Youwei took out a photo in his breast pocket with understanding.

It was a photo he brought from Martin, but unfortunately most of it was burned by artillery fire, but Zhao Shiyan still smiled contentedly after seeing the Xiyue on it.

"Born at the right time, Haiyan Heqing, brother, the revolution depends on you..."

Zhao Youwei sent away his last relative, he hunched his waist, and the sourness in his heart had nowhere to vent, so he could only turn into tears and smash them on Zhao Shiyan's face one by one.

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With so many patriots who sacrificed their lives to go to the country's disaster and who looked at death as if they were going home, the revolution will inevitably be victorious.

Zhao Youwei led people to success, and he was greeted with endless flowers and admiration.

It is said that Mr. Zhao's favorite object to play with is a gold lump, which he must carry with him wherever he goes, and when he is free, he will hold it to bask in the sun or wander around.

Many people mistakenly think that Mr. Zhao likes gold, and he has made a lot of jokes about it.

After learning about Comrade Li Xiyue's deeds, many people sent women who looked and had a personality very similar to Xiyue, wanting them to relieve Mr. Zhao's worries.

But Zhao Youwei always shook his head firmly and refused, and the sentence 'Even if it is a thousand evening stars, it is invincible to the scorching moonlight' dispelled the thoughts in people's hearts.

Zhao Youwei spent his life for the country and the people, and finally died of overwork at the age of 36, he was buried in the cemetery, and the whole country mourned on the day of the funeral.

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Ran Ruyun is perhaps the happiest of all, she married a comrade of the Red Star Society, and the rest of her life is full of children and grandchildren, and she lives an extremely stable and happy life.

The golden sunset shone warmly on the people, and Ran Ruyun, who was sitting on a chair with a blanket, was already full of silver hair.

The young and lovely grandchildren frolicked around her, and everything was so beautiful.

"Why didn't those who liked her remarry after Grandma Li left?" asked the little granddaughter with a little face.

Grandma often told them stories about Grandma Li, but when they were young, they didn't understand why the story ended the way it did.

Ran Ruyun smiled kindly, her voice soft and distant.

"Because in the past, the carriage and the horse were slow, and the letters were far away, and there was only enough love for one person in a lifetime..."