The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

As the large army advanced with heavy steps, everyone's heart was like surging waves, churning with their own complex thoughts and expectations.

Some people's eyes gleamed with greed, full of anticipation of taking the box full of coins for themselves after their triumphant return. They fantasized about living a life of luxury from then on, and the corners of their mouths unconsciously curled up, as if they had already seen the future glory and wealth.

Some people have pale faces, their brows furrowed into deep frowns, and they are worried about their unknown fate, as if there is an endless dark abyss ahead, and every step they take may lead to eternal damnation.

However, for Zhao Shao, who had been on the verge of death many times, his intuition, as sharp as that of a wild beast, detected an extremely unusual breath - the shadow of death was approaching quietly like a ghost.

At this critical moment, the familiar system voice that made him love and hate it exploded in his mind again:

"Ding, it is detected that the host is about to enter the battlefield and may be in danger of life. It is recommended that the host escape from the current army as soon as possible."

This voice was like a bolt from the blue, ruthlessly tearing apart the last bit of peace in Zhao Shao's heart.

His body stiffened involuntarily, his brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and he instantly fell into extreme contemplation.

This sudden warning was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the depths of his soul, making him feel unprecedented confusion and uneasiness.

After all, he had experienced three terrifying incidents in which he was surrounded by danger and had brushed with death. He had never had any doubt about the accuracy of the system's prompt voice.

But this time, the danger warning sounded before any clues appeared, which can only mean that the probability of the death threat faced this time is so great that it is terrifying.

Zhao Shao's brain was working rapidly, and he began to think about whether he should follow the system's advice and resolutely give up participating in this war that was like a meat grinder?

But he knew very well in his heart that if he chose to step into the battlefield, it would be tantamount to putting his head into the devil's bloody mouth. He could be ruthlessly bitten to pieces at any time and lose his precious life.

In this painful inner struggle, Zhao Shao finally decided to observe the surrounding situation calmly before making the final decision carefully.

He carefully looked at every soldier around him with his eagle-like sharp eyes.

They all looked tense, like fully drawn bowstrings that could break at any moment.

His eyes revealed a deep fear of an unknown battle, mixed with a faint hope of victory.

Zhao Shao clearly realized that they were just ordinary mortals who would also feel fear and helplessness in the face of life and death.

Their hands trembled uncontrollably as they tightly grasped the cold weapons in their hands, as if they were the only life-saving pieces of driftwood they could grab in the storm.

"Zhao Shao, do you think we can come back alive after this trip?"

A thin soldier beside him asked Zhao Shao in a trembling voice.

Zhao Shao pursed his lips and shook his head:

"I don't know. Let's take a step and see."

"Alas, I have a wife and children waiting for me to go back home."

The soldier's eyes were red.

At the same time, Zhao Shao also keenly captured the unwavering gazes of generals like Wang Shi.

They have been through hundreds of battles and experienced the bloody baptism of war. They deeply understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, but they still lead their soldiers forward without hesitation. The firm will burning in their eyes is like a raging fire that cannot be extinguished.

So, Zhao Shao secretly made up his mind to find a perfect opportunity to escape from here. After all, following the large army was almost equivalent to pushing himself to the edge of death.

Of course, Zhao Shao was not the only one who wanted to escape. The seeds of rebellion had already been planted in the hearts of others.

At this moment, a clever recruit suddenly opened his voice and shouted:

"Brothers, this commander hasn't given us any benefits, so why should we risk our lives for him?

We must demand an explanation!"

His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, like the magma rolling out of a volcano, hot and surging.

When the other soldiers heard this, they were like a powder keg that had been lit and exploded in an instant.

They all started shouting:

"Why are you going? You don't give me enough food to eat, and you don't give me money, but you want me to die for you. Do you really think I'm a beggar who wants food?"

Their roars rose and fell, intertwining together to form a sea of ​​​​anger, as if to completely overturn the oppressive sky.

The captains felt extremely reluctant as they watched their soldiers participate in this fierce struggle.

After all, they themselves don't want to sacrifice their lives for no reason because of a war that has no benefits at all.

They stood by silently, their faces as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm, and their minds were rapidly calculating their future prospects.

The highest commander, who was riding a tall horse in the middle of the team, became so angry that his face turned purple and veins on his forehead bulged when he heard the thunderous noise of the soldiers.

He had originally confidently thought that these soldiers would obey his orders as before, but he never expected that they would be so bold as to openly disobey his orders and even dare to rise up in resistance.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, and flames of anger were spitting out of them.

"Shut up, everyone!"

The Supreme Commander roared,

"You are a bunch of ignorant people!

Haven’t I given you enough?”

The highest commander looked at the noisy group of soldiers around him with wide eyes, his heart filled with endless anger and deep disappointment.

He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You ignorant soldiers, don't you know that obeying orders is a soldier's duty?

If you continue to disobey orders in this reckless manner, you will be punished most severely!"

His voice was like thunder exploding in the air, carrying with it a chilling majesty and unquestionable determination.

However, the soldiers, already blinded by anger, were not intimidated by his threats.

They continued to protest loudly, expressing their extreme dissatisfaction with this unfair treatment without any concealment.

Some emotionally excited soldiers even began throwing stones and debris they picked up at the highest commander, and the scene instantly fell into chaos.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

The Supreme Commander roared.

When the highest commander saw this scene, his face became even more gloomy and terrifying.

Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the guards around him to stop it.

The guards, armed with gleaming weapons, rushed towards the protesting soldiers like wolves, trying to quell the escalating riots by force.

But the soldiers, already ignited by anger, showed no fear and engaged in a fierce fight with the guards.

In the midst of this chaos, the top commander realized with horror that things were completely out of control.

He knew very well that he had to act decisively and take more resolute and drastic measures to restore order in the army.

So, in a mixture of despair and anger, he made a heartbreaking decision. He gave the order to open fire, and had his troops shoot mercilessly at the protesting soldiers.

Gunshots rang out suddenly, and bullets whizzed through the air like raindrops, mercilessly penetrating into the soldiers' bodies.

The vast majority of soldiers fell to the ground in this sudden hail of bullets, and blood spurted out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the ground beneath their feet red. The whole scene was horrific, like hell on earth.

"what!"

Some soldiers screamed in pain.

However, these soldiers did not know how to use the fire pokers in their hands, which made the war one-sided.

After a short while, the bloody rebellion was finally put down.

The supreme commander, Ren, rode on the majestic horse, staring blankly at the corpses scattered all over the ground, his heart filled with endless helplessness and deep sadness.

He knew clearly that this was a terrible tragedy, but under the circumstances at the time, he had no choice.

Only through such cruel means can the army's discipline and authority be barely maintained.

However, this tragic incident brought an extremely profound lesson to the top commander.

He finally understood that in order to truly control an army, relying solely on powerful military force was far from enough. He must also always pay attention to the needs and inner feelings of the soldiers.

Otherwise, even if you have more troops, you may fall apart in an instant due to irreconcilable internal contradictions.

He angrily ordered the guards around him: "Go and capture those escaped soldiers."

At the critical moment when the battle was about to break out, Wang Shi quickly grabbed Zhao Shao and reminded him urgently in a low voice:

"Follow me and run!"

The two of them rushed across the chaotic battlefield like arrows.

They rushed forward desperately, as if countless evil spirits were chasing them.

As the two continued to flee desperately, the dawn of freedom seemed to be getting closer and closer.

During his escape, Zhao Shao was extremely nervous, always paying attention to the system's prompts, and at the same time paying close attention to everything around him like a frightened bird.

His ears were erect, not missing any sound, even the slightest one;

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, not missing any corner where danger might be hidden.

In this dangerous and death-threatening environment, he must carefully respond to every sudden challenge in order to find that extremely slim ray of hope for survival under the threat of death that is tightening like a noose.

Every slight movement would make his nerves tense to the extreme, and every unfamiliar figure would make his heart rise to his throat, as if it would jump out of his chest in the next second.

I ran for a long time until I couldn't run anymore, then I stopped panting.

The two men bent over, their hands on their knees, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down like rain, but their faces showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

"It's a good thing we escaped, otherwise we would have died there."

Wang Shi said while panting.

Zhao Shao nodded: "Yes, what should we do next?"

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