National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

[In the bitter journey day and night, there are always people who carry the burden and move forward]

When Su Mohui regained consciousness, the following words appeared on the electronic screen in front of her, and she found herself standing in a pile of ruins.

Looking around, the ground was littered with corpses, and countless bright red and dark red bloodstains intertwined together, outlining a strange picture.

Not far from where she was standing, there was a group of soldiers wearing shit-yellow clothes.

The four soldiers in the front row gathered together, holding brand new spears, and the man in the lead was leaning forward slightly with a lewd smile on his face.

In awkward Chinese, he said, "You lose."

He raised his right hand with a white glove and was about to touch the face of the man sitting against the wall in front of him with contempt, but the latter turned his head to avoid it.

The man sitting against the wall was already on his deathbed. Su Mohui could tell at a glance that his life force was rapidly fading.

But the man's face, which was blackened by gun smoke, still showed determination.

He no longer felt the pain, and he tried to raise his lips to give the man opposite him a sarcastic smile. He used all his strength to pronounce a few syllables and retorted with the same words: "You lose."

The smile on the leading man's face became even more obscene. He chuckled with his thick lips, not caring at all about the provocation from the dying man in front of him.

But the man sitting there was no less imposing than him. Even though blood was constantly flowing out of his mouth, the smile on his face became even wider, and he opened his mouth and laughed out loud.

He had no strength left, so he could only lean his head against the uneven earth wall and breathe deeply.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a pair of hands reaching out from the ruins of a two-story building opposite.

The military gloves on those hands were already tattered and blood was oozing out from time to time, but this little pain did not affect the man at all.

The man's lips were chapped, and although he was wearing a helmet, blood was still flowing, now staining the clothes around his neck red.

Although his movements were slow, his eyes were extremely firm.

He held onto the wall and stood up with all his strength. The next second, a military green iron box appeared in his hand.

When the leader downstairs in chicken-shit yellow clothes followed the man's gaze, he found that the man on the wall was already tremblingly lifting the iron box.

"Brothers--" The man leaning against the wall took a deep breath and shouted to the countless brothers who died in battle in front of him.

At the same time, the man on the wall raised his trembling right hand and saluted the devastated scene with a standard military salute. Flames appeared in his deep pupils, and his dark face reflected the blood on the ground.

The smile on the man leaning against the wall grew wider, but he still shouted fearlessly, "Let's go home—"

Su Mohui was distressed. When she turned around, she saw that the man on the wall had almost no vitality.

But he still gritted his teeth, pressed down the handle of the iron box in his hand, and made a final cry of protest against the injustice of fate.

"what--"

Almost in an instant, as a muffled sound was heard, flames exploded and spread across the entire ruins of the war at an extremely fast speed.

"Bam—"

Even those shit-yellow little people who were so arrogant even before their death were instantly engulfed in the sea of ​​fire, and their evil deeds disappeared from the world.

At this moment, Su Mohui existed in this area as a conscious body. The flames in the sky did not impact her, she just felt a slight heat.

A wave of moist heat slowly flowed across my face.

She reached out to wipe it away, but found that she had been crying without knowing when.

Can conscious beings cry?

Su Mohui wiped away her tears, stood still, and saluted the flames rising into the sky.

Dear ancestors, the people of Daxia will never forget your contributions.

The peaceful and prosperous era you have been waiting for has arrived.

..................

This is a day worth remembering.

Over 30 people gathered here, the crowds, flags, colorful silks, flowers, and lights forming a festive sea of ​​​​splendour. Everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of that moment. People from all walks of life and foreign friends from home and abroad had already climbed the city walls. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the exciting and great moment was slowly approaching...

As the vibrant flags slowly rose, the military band played in unison, and everyone was immersed in the joy of the universal celebration. As the march sounded, the people's soldiers marched through the square with majestic steps and high morale.

On this joyous day, thousands of visible and covert sentries were already in place near the viewing platform. A large number of ground and air forces were closely monitoring the surrounding movements, safeguarding the safety of the ceremony. The day before, the sentries had already apprehended 14 spies attempting to sabotage the ceremony. To prevent sabotage by hostile air forces and harassment from other countries, the ceremony had to be postponed to : PM...

When 26 fighter planes flew across the sky in a V-shaped formation, Su Mohui saw a scene from a history book and was deeply shocked.

From then on, the dark old society was gone forever, and national development entered a new era.

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【1945, June 8】

Good news, good news, comrades, will you buy one? ... Half a century of anger, fifty years of humiliation, are vented today. Eight years of death, exile, suffering, and hardship have been rewarded today...

Night of October 1950, 10

It's the first anniversary of the founding... Countless great men have once again ascended the high platform of Tiananmen Square, watching the fireworks bloom in the night sky, and the moon, like a guiding light in the sky above, these days are becoming more and more hopeful...

October 1950 - July 10

[Strike the first blow to prevent a hundred... I heard someone is about to cross the 38th parallel. For the sake of peace and family, let's fight...]

October 1964, 10, afternoon

We succeeded! ...At 3:00 PM, a thunderclap boomed across the endless Silk Road in the west, and a giant mushroom cloud appeared. This was an exciting moment. We will continue to work hard to grow bigger and stronger...

July 1997, 7, midnight

[Homecoming.....As the music sounded, two flags rose simultaneously in the heart of Hong Kong. After a century of vicissitudes and bitterness, they finally returned to their mother's arms. Amidst the fluttering colorful flags, tears flowed, as if the day of their brothers' return home was not far off...]