Day by day in the infinite game

Chapter 191 191. The silent truth (32)
After finally protecting the three fellow victims, she smashed the glass box and bundled the onlookers in the room into a pile. Tang Qinqin asked the three people who had 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. …

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 in her arms with trembling hands, and her heart ached as she watched their lives disappear.

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 thief?
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?

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 thousands of countless compatriots weeping and bleeding, it was the heinous crimes of thieves who had no conscience at all, Ironclad proof of inhumane dark thoughts and despicable means!
Tang Qinqin, who faced the blood and crime, thought of the culprit's shameless denial, refusal to apologize, and even attempted to confuse right and wrong, 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 all be deposited in the long river of time. The difference is that some people have worked hard and become famous in history, while others have been nailed to the pillar of shame and reviled by the world.

Xiao Qi, who was busy recording all the evidence, 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 understood the host's current grief and sorrow, 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've 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 teenage 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!" A survivor suddenly shouted, then ran to the thieves' side, waving his fists, beating them 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, she suddenly changed her mood.

Only by working hard to strengthen ourselves, only by uniting as one, and only by unswervingly serving the country and building a strong country together, can we not let this kind of tragic history happen again, and can we not let the ancient nation that has been passed down for thousands of years be humiliated again. Give the surrounding jackals, tigers and leopards any chance to encroach on the territory!

……

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 the mountain of corpses and 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 will leave the rest to you first."

After Tang Qinqin finished speaking with a stupefied 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 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 their country came out in line with the times. They are the epitome of thousands of Chinese people who aspire to serve their country and defend their country bravely. They are the backbone of pushing history forward.

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 at the same time.

It is said that a tiger father has no dog daughter, and Jiaojiao, who was once held in the palm of his hand, 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, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of his country.

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

　I write with a heavy heart.

　　Remember Mr. Zhang Chunru who bravely exposed the dark truth.

　　The author of this article is not talented and his writing style is not satisfactory. I hope you readers will forgive me.

　　Let us strengthen ourselves!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)