The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

At night in Yongxin County, darkness as thick as ink once again enveloped the land.

The thick clouds and fog were like a heavy curtain, covering the entire sky tightly. Apart from the endless darkness, it seemed that nothing else could be seen.

Liu San stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on Zhao Shao, who was stunned and lost in thought. He couldn't help but ask:

"Squad Leader Zhao, we just won a great victory. Logically, everyone should be happy, but why do you look so dejected?"

Zhao Shao slowly raised his head, looked up at the night sky, pointed his finger at the star that occasionally appeared in the clouds, and muttered to himself:

"Look at that star. It's still shining in the sky right now, but who knows? One day it might no longer shine."

Liu San looked in the direction Zhao Shao pointed, and when he saw the flickering star, he couldn't help but grin and said:

"Squad Leader Zhao, I don't understand what you mean.

The stars are twinkling in the sky, but what does that have to do with us?"

Zhao Shao turned around and stared at Liu San, who had a pure and simple face. He shook his head gently, sighed deeply, and said helplessly:

"Alas, it's useless to say anything, you simply can't understand my thoughts.

Forget it, you should just go and have fun!"

Liu San heard that the squad leader's words clearly meant to drive him away, but he didn't take it seriously. After a chuckle, he turned around and ran towards the blazing bonfire, joining the others in the cheerful celebration.

Time flies, passing by like a flash of lightning.

After the party, Zhao Shao once again lay in the simple and temporary residence in Yongxin County. However, what was different from the past was that the number of people crowded around him had decreased from the original nine to six.

War has always been cruel and merciless. It is like a cold-blooded reaper, constantly taking away people's precious lives.

Just a few days ago, Yu San, who was once full of energy and courage, also ushered in the final chapter of his life in a thrilling ambush.

Coincidentally, at the same time, two other unfortunate comrades also died one after another during this difficult period.

Faced with such a heavy blow, Zhao Shao felt as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable.

Because just a few months ago, the ten of them had gathered together, laughing and joking carefreely, and talking about their vision of a better life in the future.

But now, in the blink of an eye, everything has changed and those familiar faces have left him one by one.

How could this not make Zhao Shao feel suspicious?

He began to question whether the path he had chosen was really worth continuing on.

After all, in this world full of variables and dangers, no one can predict what will happen tomorrow, let alone be sure whether tomorrow's sunshine or a sudden accident will come first.

With such confusion and bewilderment, Zhao Shao slowly closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

As the snoring sounds rose and fell in the room, it seemed that the deceased comrades were gradually being forgotten by people, disappearing in the long river of time...

……

A clear and loud reminder sound rang out, seemingly breaking the silence around.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully opening a new task. The number of tasks opened has increased by 10. The total number of tasks opened has now accumulated to 9950."

A mechanical sound echoed in the air, and at the same time, unfamiliar memories flooded into my mind like a tide, continuously releasing them.

However, at this critical moment, the system suddenly issued a sharp alarm:

"Strong interference source detected!

Urgent repairs are underway..."

A series of rapid warning symbols flashed on the virtual screen.

At this moment, the scene outside the window changed dramatically.

The originally peaceful night sky was torn apart by a dark figure. The figure was looming, sometimes as illusory as smoke, and sometimes as solid as a physical entity existing between heaven and earth.

The patrolling soldiers walked past the mysterious black shadow without noticing it, their eyes seemed unable to capture this strange existence.

The black shadow stood there quietly and waved his hand gently, as if to interrupt some invisible force.

Then, he gasped for breath and muttered to himself:

"Fortunately, it's not too late..."

Before he could finish his words, a scarlet signal light suddenly lit up on his shoulder, instantly enveloping the entire dark shadow.

In the blink of an eye, the black shadow disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Zhao Shao seemed to have traveled through time again, and it was still the same scene. He was sitting on a stool, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was writing on the Outline of Modern History - If I could travel through time to the Anti-Japanese War period one day, I would do my best to change everything.

Zhao Shao finished writing the last two words, and before he could recover from his daze, Teacher Xu, who was teaching the Outline of Modern History, had already walked down from the podium and said with a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Is this how you attend classes?"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of majesty.

Zhao Shao was still immersed in the fact of whether he had returned or not. After hearing what Teacher Xu said, he immediately realized that he seemed to have really returned.

He replied apologetically:

"Teacher, I'm just a little confused for a while, is everything okay?"

Teacher Xu was about to let him go, but it became clear that what Zhao Shao had written on his book wasn't a note, but an outrageous statement. She, who usually had a good temper, immediately accused him:

"You're crazy!

Traveling through time, you must have read too many novels!"

Everyone who had been busy taking notes looked at him, ready to see what kind of gossip he would write. When they heard the teacher say such words, they all laughed at Zhao Shao.

Zhao Shao completely ignored the situation around him. At this moment, there was only one firm idea in his mind - to do his best to prove whether he had really traveled back in time.

The extremely real voice of the teacher and the shrill laughter of his classmates were like a strong storm that wrapped him tightly, making him feel as if he was once again in the classroom that he was once so familiar with.

In his mind, he followed his already well-known memory and unexpectedly said the same words in unison with Teacher Xu:

"If you don't listen carefully in class and disrupt the class, you will be given a major demerit and 10 points will be deducted from your (my) performance score."

Teacher Xu stared at him with wide eyes, looking at him in surprise, muttering doubtfully:

"How did you know I was going to say that?"

Zhao Shao reacted: "I traveled back in time again?"

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