Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

With a forceful pull of her slender, small fingers, she yanked the cold trigger.

The trigger drives the mechanical structure, mainly the connecting shaft, to ignite the [Ether Igniter]. After the strip-shaped [Ether Stone] supplies a trace of [Ether], the igniter instantly awakens the propellant base at the tail of the ammunition.

The massive etheric energy released by the propellant, along with the instantaneous high temperature and pressure, propelled the bullet out of the chamber. After entering the barrel, the bullet, guided by the rifling, left a sonic boom at the muzzle.

boom!

The immense recoil of the military pistol impacted the boy's small wrists. His hands were too small, and he could only grip the handle with all his might to barely prevent the pistol from flying out.

Clearly, firing just one shot was the limit of the boy's body.

But enough.

At such close range, the bullet pierced through the dim light inside the room and left a bright red mark on the back of the Chen Huan soldier.

"Ugh..."

The other person's tense body suddenly relaxed, and their knees gradually went weak.

Upon seeing this, the sergeant kicked hard, and the other man's hand gripping the gun slowly loosened, causing him to fall to the ground.

puff……

The sharp blade at the tip of the gun pierced the man's chest. The sergeant instinctively twisted it and then pulled the blade out.

"Kibum, you little bean! Give it to me now, don't hit yourself!"

The sergeant patted the boy's head, then snatched the pistol from his hand. The boy took the opportunity to look outside—the once peaceful courtyard had become a brutal battlefield.

The fire is burning, and so is the blood.

The original Guangwu garrison was almost completely wiped out, and the bodies of both sides were scattered in the courtyard.

The crimson liquid flowed into the flowerbeds of the courtyard, where the flowers and plants had long since been burned to ashes.

Everything is burning.

Apart from the main body being a brick building, the rest of the house was made of wood, and the flames from the explosion ignited all the flammable materials.

The heat of the flames burned the boy's face; it was very hot.

The sergeant's expression changed, and then he picked up the boy and headed for the back door of the house.

suddenly!

A sharp blade pierced through the darkness, revealing its ferocious appearance.

A gun blade emerged from the curtain leading to the inner room and pierced the sergeant's abdomen.

"ah!!!"

The sergeant let out a roar, and thrust the gun into the curtain with one hand, drawing out a jet of scalding red blood.

"Damn it..."

The sergeant left the boy and lifted the curtain.

"kill!"

This time, the bayonet accurately pierced the chest of the Chen Huan soldier. However, the sergeant major, having completed the assassination, did not relax and turned around to aim at the main gate.

"Bang!"

A Chenhuan soldier who had just rushed in responded to the call.

Having dealt with the enemy before him, the sergeant major felt a wave of relief wash over him, and staggered slightly, clutching his wounded abdomen.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a thin wisp of white smoke and a dark figure rushing in.

"Get out of the way!!!"

The sergeant major tackled the boy to the ground.

boom!

This explosion was exceptionally close; the shockwave made the boy's teeth chatter, and the sergeant's back bore almost the entire brunt of the attack.

With a whoosh, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The boy looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face at extremely close range. When the warm blood sprayed onto the boy's face, the boy's pupils suddenly contracted!

A thunderclap resounded in the boy's mind.

……

"Brother Gan, Happy New Year!"

"Come on, Bouncing Bean, let's go set off firecrackers!"

……

"Come here, come here, Bouncing Bean! Look what this is! I just whittled a wooden knife for you!"

……

"My child, what are you doing here? Come back with me right now, your father and mother are going crazy looking for you!"

……

At this moment, two memories began to intertwine and converge wildly in the boy's mind, gradually merging into one—

Rather than a fusion, it's more accurate to say that the boy's original consciousness completely let down its guard and actively moved closer to the transmigrator's consciousness.

The immense shock to his mind forced the boy to close his eyes and temporarily lose his sense of the outside world.

The two began to merge rapidly, like two huge blocks of ice gradually melting and transforming into a tranquil lake.

They each erased their own edges and colors, leaving only the most precious and profound imprints on their souls.

Finally, as the original owner's last vestige of independent consciousness dissipated, a voice resounded in the boy's mind.

"My name is Mo Zi'an. Since you don't remember your own name, you can use this name."

"This... requires your help."

A bolt of lightning flashed through the boy's mind, and from that moment on, there was no longer a distinction between before and after; only a single, independent consciousness remained in the world.

Mo Zian suddenly opened his eyes, only to find the person lying on top of him on the verge of death.

"Uncle Gan..." Mo Zian's voice trembled slightly.

"Uh... Bouncing Bean, listen up..."

The other person's voice was very weak, "In the cellar... take it, I'm sorry... I..."

"Uncle? Uncle..."

The sergeant breathed his last before he could finish speaking.

At this moment, a fire suddenly ignited in Mo Zian's chest. He knew that this was an overwhelming hatred!

"Bang!"

suddenly!

A bullet struck the sergeant's still-warm body, and a heavy footstep followed, accompanied by someone babbling in a language that Mo Zian couldn't understand.

A pair of small, delicate hands quietly removed the bayonet from the booth next to them, and Mo Zian closed his eyes slightly.

"Bang!"

Footsteps approached, the other side fired another shot, and then moved the sergeant's body aside.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness, filled with icy killing intent!

"what……"

A scream.

The room was pitch black, and the Chen Huan soldier, who had no idea that someone was hiding on the floor, was caught off guard when a cold blade severed his Achilles tendon in an instant, and he fell backward.

A bayonet was already waiting at the back of the opponent's neck.

One of the Chenhuan soldiers was sent to his death by his own weight.

Seeing the other person's pupils widen instantly, Mo Zian forcefully pushed away the other person's heavy body, drew his bayonet, and used the corner of the other person's clothes to wipe the filth off the blade.

Mo Zian reached out and gently closed the sergeant major's bloodshot eyes, then took the bloodstained letter from his pocket and stuffed it into his own.

The bayonet was sheathed and strapped to his waist. Mo Zian then turned his gaze to the rifle that had fallen to the side.

The receiver of this weapon is engraved with its model number and place of manufacture: "[Guangwu 736 Type Individual Infantry Gun], Southeast Arsenal of the Empire".

Its dust cover is etched with the number "Nine Zero Eight Fifty One" in capital letters, and the gun body is also tied with a small wooden dragon-shaped ornament.

A pair of young hands grabbed the handguard of the gun.

He slung the slings over his shoulders and rummaged through the sergeant's ammunition pouch for the last 10 bullets—a type of ammunition similar to but different from the ones in his previous life. The bullets were much shorter than those in his previous life, had a distinct primer structure, but no cartridge case; they were all one piece.

Mo Zian struggled to hoist the heavy musket onto his shoulder and then returned to the front hall.

back door?

He could go through the back door, but he knew that even if he survived by going through the back door, he would never be able to go through the front door again in his life.

At this moment, it seemed as if a faint, ethereal voice rang in Mo Zian's ears.

"Do you want to go?"

Go ahead.

"What are you doing?"

fighting!

……

At this moment, most of the front hall of the house was set on fire.

The flames were burning fiercely, as if they were about to completely engulf the already dilapidated house.

It also seems to be burning away the deepest darkness before dawn.

The battle in the front yard was over, and the last Guangwu soldier defending the small courtyard slowly fell beside his fallen comrade.

The fire is burning, and so is the blood.

Several Chenhuan soldiers exchanged glances, abandoned their search of the already burning house, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

A pair of heavy military boots stomped hard on a wild grass growing in a crack in the rock.

Just now.

A dark gun muzzle pressed against the sparks on the window frame, raising a few specks of ash.

Mo Zian's small body couldn't lift the heavy bolt-action rifle, so he could only stand and prop the weapon up against the window.

The raging flames were reflected in a pair of bright eyes, as if igniting the entire field of vision, beneath which was a face that appeared extremely calm.

The fire is burning, and so is the blood.

The rifle was large and the trigger was stiff, so three slender fingers gripped the trigger while the other small hand held the stock tightly.

A cold gaze pierced through the open rearview mirror, traveled along the sights to the crosshairs, and through the burning flames, finally settling on a slowly departing figure.

Take a deep breath.

boom!

The gun roared, then the world fell silent, leaving only a faint buzzing sound and the pounding of my heart.

"Well……"

Mo Zian groaned as the recoil of the rifle instantly spread throughout his body, leaving a bruise on his small shoulder. The enormous impact caused him to stagger backward a few steps before he landed hard on his backside.

Is it inferior? Perhaps.

But that's enough killing!

A beam of fire pierced through the increasingly sweltering air and accurately struck the last Chen Huan soldier in the back of the heart.

Blood blossoms, life vanishes.

The soldiers of Chenhuan slowly knelt down, their bodies limp, before collapsing at the threshold.

Beneath the military boots, the wild grass stubbornly raised its head once again.

Mo Zian scrambled to his feet, propped the rifle against the window again, and then pulled the lever of the rotating mechanism with all his might.

Click.

Another bullet was chambered.

The Chenhuan soldiers outside also turned around and began to fight back.

boom!

boom!

The two bullets passed each other.

Another Chenhuan soldier slowly lowered his weapon, clutched his chest, and knelt down towards the house.

Mo Zian was once again thrown off balance by the recoil, and a hot bullet grazed his left cheek, leaving a noticeable scar.

The fire is burning, and so is the blood.

Outside the courtyard, the sudden gunfire caused a stir once again.

A heavy footstep once again landed on the threshold of the courtyard.

"Bang!"

Then it slowly collapsed, unable to advance an inch further.

The enemy attacked the courtyard like madmen, oval-shaped rifle grenades were stuck into the muzzles of their guns, and pairs of eyes were fixed on the dilapidated outer wall of the courtyard.

Like a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey...

Like moths drawn to a flame!

"kill!!!"