Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Seeing that Mo Zian was still somewhat dazed, the man continued patiently, "Child, would you be willing to become my apprentice and take me as your master? I will pass on my skills to you, and you will inherit my mantle."

Mo Zian realized what was happening and nodded vigorously—the old house behind him had burned down, and he no longer had a home in this world.

"I do!"

"If you're willing, that's good. My name is Gui Haishuo, and your master's wife's name is Fengye."

The man patted Mo Zian's head and said, "We don't have any children, and your parents aren't around. Since you have the talent for cultivation, then we can be considered to have a bit of fate in the midst of war... There's no rush for the apprenticeship ceremony. Come on, call me Master."

"Master!"

Mo Zian looked up at the man in front of her, her clear eyes reflecting Gui Haishuo's gentle and refined face.

Seeing the increasingly thick smoke behind him, Mo Zian reached out a small hand and tugged at his clothes.

"Master, Master!"

"What's wrong?"

Mo Zian frowned and said, "Your butt looks like it's on fire..."

what?

Gui Haishuo quickly looked behind him and froze instantly—he hadn't even noticed that his outer robe was on fire because he had an inner armor underneath!

I was wondering where the cigarettes came from!

Gui Haishuo was momentarily at a loss for how to react, while Mo Zian suddenly felt as if the other person's persona had completely collapsed—

Is this really a calm and reliable adult?

At this moment, Maple Leaf, the one who had rescued Mo Zi'an from the sea of ​​fire, drifted over—the other party slowly raised his bright silver saber with a blank expression, aiming it at Gui Haishuo's buttocks.

"Madam, you..."

Before Gui Haishuo could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, and a knife flower appeared that Mo Zian couldn't even see clearly.

A sharp gust of wind slapped against the man's buttocks, instantly extinguishing the flames burning under the hem of his robe.

The man felt a sudden tightness in his anus, a sharp pain in his two labia, and slowly turned around: "Wife, didn't you have water in your sleeping bag...?"

Maple Leaf, expressionless, didn't speak, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at Gui Haishuo. Suddenly, she gave him a thumbs up—meaning that it made her look awesome.

But...won't that make me look inferior?

Where is my man's pride?

The man couldn't help but roar in his heart, "I finally managed to take on a disciple who shares my interests today, and now my image is completely ruined!"

Gui Haishuo was a little embarrassed to look at his newly accepted apprentice.

Beside him, Mo Zian stared with clear eyes and suddenly clapped his hands rapidly.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

"Wow, Master's wife is amazing! Master must be even more amazing!"

Mo Zian's sudden outburst left the couple completely bewildered.

However, after Mo Zian's actions, the awkward atmosphere from before vanished—mainly because Mo Zian kicked out the small mound of earth that was still on fire immediately, so the smoke naturally disappeared.

"Ahem... It's good that you know your master is powerful. You still have a lot to learn from him in the future."

The man's large hand grabbed Mo Zian's head. His thick skin, honed by years of experience, allowed him to quickly regain his composure.

The other person looked at the still-burning house, where sparks flew out with constant crackling, as if the old place was clinging to the memory of the deceased.

Gui Haishuo's tone became complicated as he looked at the house slowly turning into ruins. "After the battle is completely over, let's take care of your affairs. From now on, you may have to wander the world with us for a while..."

"Master, my mother once said," Mo Zian said, staring at the raging flames before him, "that a home is where people are, and a house without people is just a pile of bricks and tiles. I didn't understand that before, but now I think I understand it a little."

These words were not spoken by the mother of this world, but by the mother of the previous life. However, at this moment, Mo Zian truly felt the sentiment—some things can only be understood through experience, but they will always leave some pain and imprint.

Gui Haishuo's eyes were slightly moved upon hearing this. He didn't speak, but simply squeezed Mo Zian's small shoulder tightly.

Mo Zian's gaze remained fixed on the burning ruins before him, the flickering flames reflected in his dark eyes, this time seemingly igniting his entire soul—

He inherited most of the original owner's memories and emotions, especially his godfather, who protected him with his body until his death.

It was his blood, shed before his sacrifice, that ignited the passion within those two souls.

What he found even more intolerable was that his homeland had been trampled upon by invaders, and everything here was so similar to his hometown in his previous life...

Although he still can't figure out why the two have so many similarities, it undeniably gives him an inexplicable sense of belonging and identification.

This feeling was strange, without any basis, but he could just sense that those here were his compatriots.

Therefore, his past life's military service experience made him feel like a raging flame was burning in his heart!

It was a heroic bloodline with a legacy burning within it, deeply ingrained in the soul, capable of crossing mountains and rivers, and even traversing time and space without being extinguished.

Mo Zian unconsciously tightened his grip on the rifle in his hand, and even his fingertips turned slightly white.

The man noticed Mo Zian's unusual behavior, sighed softly, and patted Mo Zian's back with a little force.

"Live well, grow, learn, train, cultivate yourself, and then you can fight." The man squatted down and whispered in Mo Zian's ear.

"Um."

Mo Zian nodded heavily.

……

Time flew by and it was almost noon.

The battle in Munan Town is now completely over.

The entire border town awoke from the all-night battle, and looking at its wounds, began to heal.

A messenger strode up to an officer wearing a peaked cap, saluted, and handed him a piece of paper.

"Reporting to the Corps Commander, the preliminary statistics on our Corps' casualties have been completed. Please take a look."

"it is good."

The officer took the statistics sheet and carefully examined it. Even with his many years of military service, he couldn't help but be moved.

He was so familiar with every name on the list, and the person behind each name was so vivid in his mind.

But now it has all turned into a series of heartbreaking numbers: 887 dead, 261 seriously wounded, and 562 slightly wounded.

Keep in mind that his entire corps numbered less than 2000 men.

The officer looked at the names on the list word by word, until he saw the name "Liu Xianzong" and his gaze froze—in the remarks column for this name, it was written as missing.

The officer's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!"

Seeing his superior suddenly overwhelmed with problems, the adjutant hurried a few steps forward: "Yes!"

"Follow me to the defense zone of the first squad of Chenlong Company!"

"yes!"

……