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

Just then, he heard a sound of light footsteps. He turned around and saw that it was Nan Qiao coming over.

Nan Qiao slowly walked to his side and sat down gently.

Wang Qi couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, and lowered his voice to ask, "Qiaoqiao, why aren't you asleep yet? It's the middle of the night, and we're on guard. You should get some rest."

Nan Qiao sighed softly and whispered, "I can't sleep."

She raised her head slightly and looked at the deep night sky, but her heart was full of thoughts.

This was her first time on the battlefield and witnessing it all.

Watching our ancestors fearlessly sacrifice their lives and shed their blood on the battlefield, their bravery and fearlessness are truly shocking!

Nan Qiao's hands, which were holding the corner of her clothes, trembled slightly. She thought that all modern people would be so shocked that they would find it difficult to fall asleep after seeing a scene like today.

She paused and turned her gaze to Wang Qi, her eyes full of heartache and discomfort, when she thought of the death squad members like Wang Qi, and the millions more who were always ready to die for victory.

Her heart felt like it was being grabbed by something, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Wang Qi keenly sensed her sadness. He didn't say anything, but just stayed by Nan Qiao's side silently.

The two of them looked at the vast starry sky in the distance, as if among the bright stars were hidden the immortal heroic souls of their ancestors and the hope that they guarded together.

Nan Qiao was immersed in her thoughts when suddenly, she felt an inexplicable sense of unease in her heart. She felt that in the originally quiet darkness in the distance, the atmosphere seemed to become a little strange.

She didn't dare to delay for even a second, and immediately concentrated her mind, extending her spiritual sense towards the area shrouded in darkness.

In an instant, the scene over there appeared clearly in her spiritual perception.

I saw a large number of bird army support troops pouring into the enemy's camp like a tide. The dense crowds of people exuded a murderous atmosphere.

The leaders of the garrison hurried forward with smiles on their faces and received the support troops with great respect.

However, the other leader's face was gloomy and full of anger. He opened his mouth and scolded, "You are really useless! You brought so many people, but you still haven't been able to capture the enemy camp. You are a complete waste!"

How many people are there in the enemy's regiment? There are less than a thousand people left. What about them? Several thousand people, well-equipped. This is really infuriating!

As he spoke, he waved his hand and gave orders. The soldiers behind him showed off the best weapons they had brought with them, as well as the dark cannons, with fierceness in their eyes.

Then they began to plot, planning to launch a surprise attack on the Flower Planting Army camp in the dead of night and catch them off guard.

When Nan Qiao saw this, his face turned pale and his heart was in his throat.

She bit her lower lip tightly, frowned deeply, and the scenes she saw in the logistics unit throughout the day kept flashing through her mind.

Most of their troops were old, weak, sick and disabled, and their equipment was pitifully simple, with only a few small guns. Compared with the enemy's powerful cannons, it was a world of difference.

Her heart felt as if it was being weighed down by a huge rock, heavy and ponderous.

With their current strength, how can they win? And how can they win?

The extremely cruel scene seemed to have emerged before my eyes. The shells fell like raindrops, and the camp was instantly blown to pieces. Everyone had no time to hide and could only struggle and fall down in the artillery fire.

Whether they were soldiers charging into battle or members of the logistics team, even the wounded who could not move in the tents would be shot without hesitation.

She seemed to see those familiar faces, all of whom were about to lose their lives under this merciless artillery fire. The tragic scene made her body tremble slightly.

Just when Nan Qiao wanted to use his spiritual power to change the impending cruel situation, the system's cold warning suddenly rang in his mind: "Host, do not use your spiritual power anymore, otherwise the consequences will be serious!"

Nan Qiao thought for a moment and calmly asked, "System, if I help the Star Army defeat the Bird Army today, will history change?"

"The general direction will not change; the Flower Country is destined to win. However, minor changes may occur, such as changes in the historical records of people and things."

Nan Qiao nodded, but the system continued, "Host, I know what you are thinking. Although the general direction of history will not be affected, you will be punished."

"Since it's already history, the past is a foregone conclusion, why bother taking the risk of changing it? It's meaningless and has no benefit in any way."

Nan Qiao shook his head, his eyes determined: "Am I just going to watch these revolutionary ancestors die?"

"They are willing to sacrifice their lives to repel the invaders and win the war!"

"They are facing such a desperate situation now, and I clearly have a way to help them!"

Her body trembled slightly with excitement, tears welling up in her eyes. "How could I just sit there and watch them fall one by one for my own selfish gain?"

"No, I can't do this! Even if the consequences are serious, I can't let this tragedy happen. I have to do something!"

Those are fresh human lives. She believes that every flower planter who comes here will serve the country without hesitation even if they know that changing history will backfire!

The night was as dark as ink, and there was a sense of oppression in the silence.

The Bird Country's large army is ready to launch an extremely fierce sneak attack on the Flower Planting Army in the deep night.

Under the cover of night, the Bird Army slowly approached the Flower Army's camp like a group of silent ghosts.

Their footsteps were so light that there was almost no sound. Only the occasional slight "crackling" sound of dead branches breaking seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night.

The soldiers all had stern expressions, fierce glints in their eyes, and cold weapons tightly grasped in their hands. The gleaming bayonets shone coldly under the faint starlight.

Behind them, cannons were ready to go. The officers, wearing tall and gorgeous uniforms and with small mustaches, were very confident that they would definitely capture the enemy camp tonight. There was no doubt about it.

Just as they were about to step into the range of the artillery attack on the Flower Planting Army camp, a rain of fire suddenly fell from the sky without warning.

The rain of fire was extraordinary, like a string of poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, carrying a hot and ferocious breath. Once it wrapped around a person's body, it could devour the person whole in an instant. The fire was so fierce that it was terrifying.

In the night sky, the poisonous rain of fire poured down towards the bird army’s base without warning, instantly turning the area into a sea of ​​​​hell.