After handing it over to the system, the three brothers knelt down and begged for forgiveness

"Ah!" She couldn't help but scream out in pain. The severe pain seemed to tear her body apart. A layer of fine cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead and slid down her cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, the system's warning rang in her ears: "Host, please do not use spells in the past history anymore, as it will cause backlash. Please also do not attempt to change history, as you will be severely punished!"

The voice was like a death spell, filling Nan Qiao's heart with gloom in an instant.

Nan Qiao's gaze followed the soldiers who bravely charged forward in the hail of bullets, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

I kept thinking in my mind that if these soldiers were placed in today's era, wouldn't they be high school students who had just finished the college entrance examination and were full of dreams and aspirations?

They should have continued their pursuit of knowledge in bright classrooms and grown up carefree under the care of their parents, but now, they are facing this cruel and bloody war with such young bodies.

Her heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible hand, causing her severe pain.

Nan Qiao could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart when he thought that these young and vibrant lives might disappear at any time.

She gritted her teeth, completely ignoring the system's stern warning, and mobilized the spiritual power in her body again.

She just made hand gestures and muttered something, and streams of spiritual power flew out from her fingertips like silk threads and spread towards the enemy's artillery positions.

The spiritual power seemed to possess mysterious powers. Wherever it went, it miraculously restricted the Bird Country's originally extremely ferocious artillery fire.

The shells seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand. They either misfired or deviated from their original trajectory, creating lonely craters in the open space in the distance.

The Bird Country troops were immediately thrown into disarray. The soldiers looked terrified as they watched this bizarre scene and whispered to each other.

They couldn't understand why the artillery fire that had been so intense just a moment ago suddenly became so weak.

The officers also looked suspicious and uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, they finally gave the order to temporarily stop the attack.

The smoke on the battlefield slowly dissipated for the time being, but Nan Qiao knew in her heart that a greater crisis might be about to come because of her actions.

Nan Qiao had just used her spiritual power to limit the artillery fire of the Bird Country troops, giving the battlefield a momentary respite. But before she could recover, the system's cold and ruthless punishment came upon her like a shadow.

In an instant, a sharp pain swept through her limbs and bones like a surging tide, as if tens of millions of red-hot steel needles were piercing every inch of her skin and every bone at the same time.

Her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, her legs softened, and she fell heavily to her knees with a thud on the dusty and smoke-covered ground.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down her forehead and cheeks, soaking her clothes in an instant.

Her face was distorted by extreme pain, and her lips were bitten so hard that they oozed blood, but she couldn't even hum a sound, and could only make painful growls in her throat.

At the same time, she felt as if her spiritual power was being grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and then being pulled out frantically.

Every bit of spiritual power that was extracted brought a piercing pain, as if the soul was being torn apart bit by bit.

But she soon recovered and the pain subsided.

Nan Qiao was breathing heavily, his sweat-soaked hair sticking to his cheeks in a mess, but his eyes showed a firmness and determination.

She thought to herself, as long as she could help those who were fighting fearlessly in the hail of bullets, it would be worth it even if she suffered a few more pains.

At this moment, the system's cold and stern warning voice rang out in her ears again: "Host, if you continue to violate the rules, the punishment will be doubled! Stop your actions immediately and do not try to change the course of history!"

However, Nan Qiao seemed to have heard nothing at this moment, turning a deaf ear to it. He just turned his gaze back to the figures of the young and determined soldiers on the battlefield, secretly clenched his fists, and was ready to use his spiritual power again to help everyone.

As the bird army retreated, the young soldiers looked in the direction where the enemy was going, with joy of surviving the disaster on their faces. They were sincerely happy for this short but extremely important success in stopping the enemy's advance.

The man who had just risked his life to save Nan Qiao jogged back to where he was.

He immediately spotted Nan Qiao still standing there. He couldn't help but frown and hurriedly walked over to ask, "Why haven't you left yet? It's so dangerous here. I was really scared just now."

Nan Qiao smiled slightly, and responded with a firm look in his eyes: "You are all charging at the front, how can I retreat in the face of battle?"

After hearing this, the man felt a warm feeling in his heart.

His eyes accidentally fell on the beads of sweat on Nan Qiao's forehead and the gun she was holding tightly in her hand. His expression suddenly tensed and he asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

Seeing Nan Qiao gently shaking his head, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the man scratched his head, smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "My name is Wang Qi, and I don't know yours yet."

Nan Qiao was slightly stunned, and after a pause, she replied, "My name is Qiao Qiao."

Wang Qi blinked when he heard this and muttered, "Qiaoqiao? What a strange name."

After saying that, he felt that what he said seemed a little inappropriate, and quickly cast a slightly apologetic look at Nan Qiao.

At this moment, Wang Qi's stomach suddenly growled. The sound was particularly clear in the slightly quiet atmosphere that had just experienced the clamor of war.

Hearing this, Nan Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Are you hungry?"

Wang Qi nodded somewhat embarrassedly and said, "Well, the bird army arrived too early this morning. We were all woken up by the sound of gunfire. We got up, grabbed our guns and started shooting. We didn't even have time to eat."

Nan Qiao felt a pang of pain in her heart after hearing this. After a brief thought, she pretended to take something out of her pocket, but actually took out a bun from her space jade pendant, handed it to Wang Qi, and said, "Here, have a bun to fill your stomach."

These buns were the ones she bought when she went to the border county and hadn't eaten yet, so she put them into the space for storage.

Wang Qi saw this and couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. He stared at the bun and said, "Is this a bun? How come it's so big and so white?"

Nan Qiao smiled and nodded, signaling him to eat quickly.

Wang Qi looked at the white, tender and fragrant buns and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but he felt embarrassed to ask for them.