Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

But...

The Voice of Doomsday happened to possess the experimental weapon that hadn't been destroyed in time.

But...

It just increased the range by a tiny bit.

The military vehicle was cut in half by a shell.

The people inside were torn to ash by an immense force.

There was absolutely no way out.

The name of the genius student who designed the weapon was even engraved on the weapon as a reward.

The image quality is very high.

She saw her name on the weapon: Meng Chuze.

Meng Chuze almost went crazy.

He was forced to take two sedative injections before he finally drifted off to sleep.

There was only one thought in my mind: Why did I choose this major?

If she hadn't studied this major.

There was no design for that so-called "new type of weapon".

Could Dad have escaped back then?

all in all.

After Meng Chuze woke up in the hospital.

The war is over.

She gave up a promising future.

Turn around and go home.

I started making a living through part-time jobs.

One person worked five jobs a day and almost exhausted himself to death.

however--

But it's too late to change what has already happened.

Meng Chuze frowned.

The regret that had been numbed for two whole years seemed to be rekindling.

He quickly took a deep breath.

Turn off the lights when you leave.

No.

Don't overthink it.

This war will soon be over.

At that time.

Let's do another job.

I feel like she's got too much free time now, and she even has time to overthink things.

however.

I just closed my eyes.

suddenly.

The room lit up.

Meng Chuze was taken aback.

Open your eyes.

I feel a little lost.

But then she suddenly realized what was happening.

This isn't the light from inside the room, but rather the light shining in from outside the window—firelight!

Meng Chuze quickly put on his clothes and went to the window.

Just then, I saw a cannonball crash into the street not far away, like a meteor.

In an instant.

Flames exploded.

A strong aftershock swept over.

The glass in front of Meng Chuze shattered into pieces!

Sharp shards cut the skin.

The excruciating pain spread.

Fresh blood dripped down.

The tinnitus and the dark shadows in front of me seemed to indicate that what I was seeing was not an illusion, nor a dream.

It's reality!

The girl couldn't help but shudder.

original.

She thought she was already a walking corpse.

I don't care about anything anymore.

But at the moment.

When facing death.

She found herself still trembling slightly.

The instinct for survival broke through numbness and indifference, vividly shouting at her.

Meng Chuze was still in a daze.

She had retreated to a corner of the room.

He quickly turned on his phone.

The news has gone viral.

Meng Chuze only saw a few lines of large characters.

"The Voice of Doomsday breaks through the barrier and launches a full-scale attack."

"The Second Army has been completely annihilated!"

"People, please take refuge and gather around the army."

Finally, I wish us both a brighter tomorrow.

Those words sounded like a dying wish.

Meng Chuze's hands trembled uncontrollably.

I quickly opened the map.

Several red dots were marked on it.

It represents the army that still exists today.

Meng Chuze quickly entered the coordinates into the navigation system.

The person has already dashed out.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she quickly went to her computer.

I removed a USB drive from it.

Then I went straight out the door.

along the way.

Meng Chuze saw hell.

She wasn't someone who hadn't experienced war.

But in the past two years...

Most of the time, she stayed in her room like an ordinary citizen.

When we came out...

Apart from the cold death toll and the destroyed houses, there was no trace of blood left.

This was the most horrific scene Meng Chuze had ever witnessed.

It was two years ago.

The military vehicle that exploded.

But at the moment.

Blood and flames were splashed together on the long street.

Everywhere there were pitiful wails and cries for help.

The sound of crying could be heard from somewhere.

Meng Chuze stumbled.

I almost tripped.

She lowered her head, her face flushed with anger.

He met the eyes of a face covered in blood—but those eyes were unfocused and lifeless.

This is a female student who was cut in half by an advertising billboard that flew in from who-knows-where.

He's probably two years younger than her.

Meng Chuze took a deep breath.

I forced myself not to look at it.

Following the navigation, we searched for any survivors along the way.

The war continues.

It felt like the deepest nightmare.

But Meng Chuze knew.

This dream.

I'm afraid he won't wake up.

The one who was crying was a little girl who was only five years old.

My parents fell inside the wrecked car.

It's estimated that they sent the child out at the last minute.

Meng Chuze bit his lip.

He pulled the little girl up.

He said it in a stiff tone.

Do you want your parents to have died in vain?

The little girl seemed to really understand.

Staring with a pair of round, big eyes.

She managed to stop the tears from flowing.