Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

very slow.

Slow enough that Mo Zian could see the sharp edges of the broken bricks, slow enough that he waited for fate to arrive in his breath.

At this moment, it seemed as if another ethereal voice appeared in Mo Zian's ears.

"Is it over?"

Mo Zian didn't hear clearly and didn't want to pay attention, so he simply closed his eyes slowly.

He was never afraid of sacrifice, only of not dying a worthy death. Even though he had only been in this world for a short time, he had already asked himself if he had a clear conscience.

It was worth it, since it dragged a lot of people down with it.

"Perhaps a life gained unexpectedly shouldn't last long," Mo Zian thought to himself, but deep down, that trace of resentment grew stronger and stronger.

So Mo Zian subconsciously raised his somewhat slender arm and hugged his head at the last moment.

"what!"

Mo Zian cried out in pain and sat down hard on the ground. His arm was in excruciating pain, but thankfully the bone wasn't broken.

But by then, the hut had been engulfed in flames.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Zian accidentally inhaled a puff of thick smoke, and as he was getting up, he immediately coughed violently. His vision went black, and he almost sat back down.

Mo Zian stared blankly at the window frame not far away—it was already completely on fire, and if her small hands touched it, they would most likely be ruined before she could climb over.

Even if I manage to climb out, the window faces the breach; what if I get shot?

"Screw it, let's give it one last try!"

Mo Zian's eyes suddenly hardened. He took off his small clothes and simply wrapped them around his hands. Then he slung the rifle over his shoulder, took a few quick steps, and then leaped with all his might!

Reporting to the Fourth Army Corps Command Post, this is Shenhou Company. This is the front line at Munan Town, to the west!

A valiant volunteer wiped out the remaining enemy forces, and we have recaptured Zhenxing South Street! I repeat, we have recaptured Zhenxing South Street…”

The communications soldier reported the battle situation at the front, and Guangwu soldiers began to advance across the streets and courtyards.

The battle here is over.

The tall man glanced at the pistol that Mo Zi'an was still clutching, squatted down in front of him, and asked, "What are you calling, child?"

Mo Zian paused for a moment, then came to his senses, after hearing the somewhat subtle accent.

"Mo Zian".

"Does it have a nickname?" the man asked.

Mo Zian thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No, this is the name."

Where are your parents?

"Chen Huan, that foreigner, has been arrested."

The man turned his head and glanced at the corpses lying by the door. "Not bad shooting. Did someone teach you?"

"That's right."

Mo Zian nodded, his expression unchanged, and said, "My godfather serves in the army here, and he taught me."

"Is this [736] your godfather's?"

"Um."

The man didn't answer, nor did he ask where Mo Zian's godfather was. He simply nodded and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Uncle?" Mo Zian suddenly asked.

"What is it, child?"

"Why aren't you afraid of bullets?" Mo Zian asked, staring at him.

The man laughed a few times: "Hahaha, kid, nobody is completely immune to bullets, nobody in the world is."

The man patted Mo Zi'an's head, a faint smile appearing on his face. "But compared to others, I'm not that afraid, especially of those moderately powerful gunpowder guns."

Seeing Mo Zian's stunned expression, the man suddenly grasped his small, stained hand.

? !

A surge of heat instantly flowed from his palm to his limbs and meridians—a power that could never have existed in his previous life.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt the heat slowly gathering in his lower abdomen!

The man couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, the first light of dawn was breaking.

A red sun peeked over the distant mountain ridge, its rays piercing the darkness and illuminating the smoke-filled battlefield.

The man turned slightly to the side, and a ray of golden light instantly shone on Mo Zian's face, which was blackened by smoke.

"You have impressed me, child. I have never seen a child who can shoot at least three Chen Huan soldiers."

The man stood up, and smoke slowly rose behind him, the morning light reflecting on it and spreading out with the smoke.

The other person habitually put their hands in their sleeves, glanced at the rising sun in the distance, and leaned down to speak softly.

"Do you want to learn this from me, child?"