The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

"Ding! The host is detected to be in danger. The system prompt has been activated. It is recommended that the host do not resist."

Zhao Shao, who was standing still, suddenly heard the system prompt sound coming from his head.

His body instinctively wanted to struggle and resist, but reason was like a tight hoop, tightly restraining his impulse.

He knew very well that if he continued to run away recklessly, what awaited him would most likely be death.

However, how could Zhao Shao dare to easily gamble on such a tiny possibility of survival!

You know, if it weren't for this crucial reminder from the system, he would have died long ago.

At this moment, the soldier who fired the gun ran all the way to the leader Zhao Shao, gasping for breath, with a smug look on his face, as if declaring his victory.

He pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Zhao Shao and said arrogantly:

"Hey, you can run pretty fast, right?

It turns out that I’m afraid of guns too!

I see you're the fastest runner, so you might be a spy!"

Zhao Shao slowly put down the package he was holding tightly in his hand, and with trembling hands, he took out some coins left after buying goods from the patched pocket under his arm. His movements were cautious, as if he was holding his own life and property in his hands.

He stuffed the money into the military master's pocket in a flattering manner and said flatteringly:

"Sir, you must be joking. I'm just an honest, poor commoner. I came to the town this time to buy some food.

How could I be a spy?

Consider this little money as a token of my appreciation, please accept it."

Seeing the huge pile of money falling into his pocket, the soldier finally relaxed his vigilance and put down the terrifying weapon in his hand. Then he happily leaned close to Zhao Shao's ear and whispered in a low voice:

"You're quite sensible, but I must kindly remind you: our Marshal is recruiting soldiers. Anyone who dares to resist will be treated as a rebel.

So I advise you to just come with me, or you will end up in trouble."

Although Zhao Shao was extremely reluctant and unwilling, when he thought about his elderly mother at home who needed his care, his life safety seemed extremely important at this moment.

At the same time, several other soldiers roughly drove the crowd to the street where Zhao Shao was and began to carefully select them like picking goods.

They mercilessly singled out the elderly, weak, sick and disabled who looked old, skinny and extremely short.

There is no doubt that the old, weak, sick and disabled who were picked out were ruthlessly sent away, while the young and strong people like Zhao Shao who still had strength were left behind.

However, what was unexpected was that among this group of people, there were people who tried to awaken the conscience of these soldiers.

A man fell to his knees and begged for mercy:

"I have elderly parents, young children, and hungry babies to feed. Please, General, please let me go!"

The soldier standing in front of him said with a smile

"get out!"

The tone was as if he was shooing away a disgusting fly.

As if he had received a special pardon, the man hurriedly stood up, said a few words of thanks, and then turned his back to the soldiers and ran desperately towards the distance outside the town.

His steps seemed so hurried and flustered, but every step was filled with desire for life and yearning for freedom.

However, he didn't know that at this moment, a cold spear had quietly aimed at his back...

The soldier who had let him go pulled the trigger and turned to face the fleeing man with a smile, a chilling murderous look in his eyes.

Only a "bang" was heard, and the gunshot that had just sounded exploded again in the quiet street.

This shot once again broke the tranquility of the surrounding streets and ruthlessly interrupted the man's escape.

The bullet flew through the air and instantly hit the man in the back.

His body jerked and he fell forward.

Blood gushed out from his wound like a blooming flower of death, staining the ground red.

His life came to an abrupt end at that moment, and his dreams and hopes were shattered.

So he turned his head with difficulty to look at the soldier who fired the gun, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he asked in disbelief:

"Why... weren't you planning on letting me go...?"

Until his death, the man could not understand why they had let him go but instead shot him.

The soldier who fired the shot watched him fall indifferently, without any mercy.

Instead, he looked at the silent Zhao Shao and others and asked loudly:

"Anyone else want to escape?

If so, I will reward you with a 'peanut' like he did.

I believe the rest of you are people who know the real thing."

After hearing this, everyone who had been praying for escape completely lost hope, like eggplants hit by frost.

They could only lower their heads silently, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness.

The soldier who fired the shot looked at these people coldly, his eyes revealing a ruthlessness and determination.

He didn't seem to care about the life or death of these people, he only cared about carrying out his so-called mission.

There was dead silence all around, only the wind blowing mercilessly, bringing a hint of chill, as if it was also lamenting this tragic scene.

Everyone could feel the tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if someone would be executed again at any time.

Zhao Shao stood there, motionless, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm, which was extremely scary.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. Anger flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't vent it.

The others also stood there quietly, not daring to make a sound, and even their breathing became cautious.

They knew that any wrong move at this point could lead to their death.

Time passed minute by minute, and the scene was unusually quiet.

No one dared to break the silence easily, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

It was the soldiers' continued expulsion that broke the suffocating silence.

Walking slowly along the street, everywhere I looked was deserted, but it was completely different when I arrived.

At that time, there were still a few pedestrians on the streets, and occasionally you could see beggars passing by begging.

Now, the shops on both sides of the street have their doors closed, as if they have been forgotten by time.

The once lively shouting has now disappeared, leaving only a heart-wrenching silence.

Not only that, even the pedestrians on the road disappeared, as if the whole world had fallen into a deep sleep.

What is even more surprising is that the beggars who used to beg on the roadside have disappeared, as if they had vanished overnight.

All this makes the once familiar streets unfamiliar, which makes people feel confused and worried.

As time went by, they gradually left the quiet town and came to a military camp not far away.

The military camp is huge, surrounded by lush woods and fully armed soldiers, and looks heavily guarded.

At this moment, the system prompt that the task was completed sounded in Zhao Shao's mind.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a sense of relief welling up in his heart. He knew that he had once again walked through the gates of hell and luckily escaped death.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for starting mission +1, a total of 9893. Since the host is in a state of memory loss, according to the completion of the mission, the mission memory is now issued."

Suddenly, a familiar stream of memories flooded into his heart like a tide, washing over his brain frantically again.

This time, the fragments of memory became clearer, as if a vivid picture was unfolding before my eyes.

He saw a strange yet familiar world, filled with the work, adventure, and friendship he had experienced before.

Each memory resonated deeply with him, giving him a deeper understanding of his identity as someone who was not from this world.

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