The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

On the way forward, Zhao Shao's broad back was slightly hunched under the weight of several heavy guns.

The few pieces of silver in his pocket made slight and crisp clinking sounds from time to time as he walked.

His face was filled with disgust and determination. He suddenly tore off the unlucky military uniform, as if throwing away a terrible nightmare, and threw it on the side of the road without mercy.

The tattered military uniform rolled a few times in the dust, looking so lonely and desolate.

Then, he hurriedly took out the coarse linen clothes with traces of time from his bag and put them on hastily and hurriedly.

As he walked anxiously, his brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and his thoughts were like turbulent clouds in the wind.

Every step he took raised a cloud of dust, and his eyes were filled with deep anxiety and fear.

He kept muttering to himself that as long as he was still wearing this fatal military uniform, once he encountered those vicious captors, he would be like a firefly in the dark, with nowhere to escape.

Because this outfit is simply a fatal mark that will make it easy for those people to recognize him.

So, he clenched his teeth tightly, the muscles on his cheeks trembling constantly due to the force, and secretly vowed to change his image.

Only by changing into ordinary clothes and blending into the vast crowd can you have a glimmer of hope to survive.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shao's steps became more hurried, and his heavy breathing was particularly abrupt on the silent road.

His feet seemed to be equipped with Hot Wheels, and he couldn't wait to escape from this hellish place.

He knew better than anyone that only by leaving this dangerous place completely and far away could his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, truly fall back into his stomach and he could feel even a little bit of safety.

The round moon hangs quietly in the inky sky, with stars twinkling among them like sparkling gems.

The soft moonlight spread across the earth like a veil, illuminating the way forward for Zhao Shao.

But this cold moonlight made the surrounding atmosphere seem even more gloomy and lonely.

Zhao Shao looked up at the night sky, and his mood felt a rare sense of relief.

The breeze gently blew across his sweaty face, bringing a slight coolness and slightly relaxing his nerves that were tense to the point of breaking.

He felt that this was a good place where he could rest for a while, so he gradually slowed down his pace, and looked around anxiously and panickily, hoping to find a suitable place to stay.

After a tense and careful search, he finally saw a thick and strong tree on the side of the road.

He couldn't wait to rush to the tree, stretched out his slightly trembling hands, gently stroked the trunk, feeling the rough and hard texture, as if he had found the support of life, and decided to spend the long dark night here.

He climbed up the tree nimbly using his hands and feet like a nimble monkey.

It took a lot of effort to find a decent place to sit down among the dense branches and leaves.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, trying to relax his nerves that had been tense to the extreme, and prepared to have a good sleep.

However, just as his consciousness was gradually blurring and he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the cold, emotionless voice of the system:

"Congratulations to the host for completing the mission level +4, bringing the total mission level to 9897!"

This sudden sound was like a thunderclap in his ears, frightening Zhao Shao so much that he shuddered all over.

His eyes widened instantly, and his body suddenly sat up from the tree as if he had been electrocuted, and he almost fell down.

His heart instantly rose to his throat and his breathing stopped.

His eyes were wide open vigilantly, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and he looked around in panic.

My breathing became rapid and heavy, I could almost hear my own heartbeat, and I thought some terrible danger was about to strike.

But when he came to his senses and realized that it was just the system prompt, he let out a long sigh of relief. His tense body instantly collapsed like a deflated ball, and he lay back on the tree branch powerlessly.

He knew very well that every time he completed a task, a confusing memory would be loaded, so he could only lie there helplessly, trying to calm his rapid and disordered breathing, quietly waiting for the arrival of new memories.

As the memories loaded, he seemed to have left his body again, returned to the past, and entered the body and life of another person.

I took a deep breath of smoke and slowly exhaled. The smoke spread in the air, as chaotic and confused as my thoughts.

He stared at the window, his eyes filled with anticipation and fear, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at myself and said:

"I'm overthinking it. He's so far away, so far away from me, how could he appear before my eyes?"

I dragged my heavy feet, as if held down by lead, slowly and silently to the refrigerator. My hands trembled as I opened the door and pulled out a bottle of white liquid.

Judging from its appearance, it is most likely frozen white wine.

At this moment, I was silent, just staring blankly at the white liquid in my hand, my face full of despair and helplessness, and I drank it all without hesitation.

In a short while, I drank the whole bottle of liquid like a cow drinking water, and I began to feel dizzy and my body swayed, like a leaf in the wind, which could be blown away at any time.

I staggered towards the bed, each step feeling like I was walking on the edge of a cliff. I fell headfirst onto the bed and soon began snoring like thunder as I fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhao Shao regained consciousness, his heart seemed to skip a beat and he froze for a moment. Cold sweat soaked his back and he thought he had been unlucky enough to fall into another terrible time travel.

But when he saw the familiar surroundings and the dense forest in front of him, he felt relieved. He felt like he had walked through the gates of hell and escaped back by luck, and finally he was completely relieved.

After simply packing up his things, Zhao Shao started running like an arrow, speeding towards the town.

Along the way, it was so quiet that it made people feel uneasy. There were no more people who were terrified to catch deserters.

This finally made Zhao Shao feel relieved, and at the same time he felt a little fortunate, secretly thanking himself for his rare good luck.

He knew clearly in his mind that if he was caught, the consequences would be unimaginable and he might even lose his life.

But he did not let his guard down because of this. He remained highly alert like a frightened rabbit, his eyes constantly observing even the slightest movement around him.

As time passed slowly, Zhao Shao finally arrived at the town entrance.

He stopped, supported his hands on his knees, gasped for breath, looked at the road ahead, his eyes full of fatigue and confusion.

He knew very well that he had been away from home for three days. According to common sense, he should have returned to that warm home yesterday.

However, due to those damn unexpected circumstances, his trip was ruthlessly delayed.

Zhao Shao took a deep breath and tried to adjust his disordered and rapid breathing, letting his breath gradually stabilize. Then he continued to move forward with firm but slightly heavy steps.

His steps were firm and powerful, every step was full of determination, and his eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

He hoped that his mother would still be at home, waiting for his return.

Zhao Shao first returned to the town in a hurry, and with the few coins given by Wang Shi, he struggled to make his way through the bustling and noisy market.

His eyes were anxious and cautious as he carefully selected and bought some daily necessities and food.

He carefully wrapped these things and held them tightly in his arms, as if holding his last hope, ready to take them home and use them.

After noon, the scorching sun baked the earth like a tongue of fire.

Zhao Shao set out on his journey home again.

He knew that He's mother was anxiously waiting for his arrival at home, and time was running out and he couldn't delay any longer.

So the long journey took a day and a half, and Zhao Shao sprinted at full speed like a madman.

His panting echoed on the empty road, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.

Finally, in the evening, the setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the sky red.

Zhao Shao dragged his exhausted body to the familiar doorstep of his home.

Although he was exhausted and out of breath, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were weighed down by lead blocks, his heart was full of anticipation, and a gleam of joy flickered in his tired eyes.

He couldn't wait to call out his mother's name loudly, his voice filled with urgency and longing, hoping to see her familiar figure as soon as possible.

However, when Zhao Shao walked into the house with great anticipation, he was stunned by the scene before him - the house was empty!

He froze in place, his feet seemed to have taken root, and his mind went blank.

He thought that maybe He's mother was busy in other rooms, but after he searched all possible corners like a headless fly, he still couldn't find He's mother.

Zhao Shao stood in the middle of the empty room in a daze, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself:

“I’m going, what’s going on?

How come my mother suddenly disappeared?

Did I go to the wrong door?"

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked around again, wanting to make sure he was not mistaken.

The bag on his back fell to the ground with a bang. Zhao Shao's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, crying like a helpless child.

"Mom, where have you been?"

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