Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

Chapter 298 I did a good job

"You don't know, on the battlefield, people die almost every moment. The comrade who is laughing and joking with you one moment may become a cold corpse the next."

"I wanted to come back to see you all. I didn't want to die. So, ever since I went to the battlefield and witnessed its cruelty, I've been training hard every moment to increase my chances of survival. Fortunately, I came back safe and sound."

Unlike his comrades, some of whom could only be buried in foreign lands and brought back only clothes, because those barbarians would never leave the remains of any prisoner they captured. So, every time the general went out of the city to fight, he would remind them that when your comrade has lost the pulse of life, your first priority is to protect yourself, and your second priority is to bring back the body of your comrade!

He had personally pulled back 241 corpses. Each corpse was covered in blood, the flowing liquid obscuring their faces. The gruesome wounds stimulated every nerve. Yet, their existence simultaneously etched two shining words on their bodies—heroes!

Zhao Wu's tone was so light that Tang Yue thought he didn't care at all. But it was often this nonchalant attitude that was the embodiment of his efforts to control his emotions.

Looking at the starry sky, Tang Yue lay back on the roof tile and asked him, "Are you scared?"

"Huh?" Zhao Wu didn't hear clearly.

Tang Yue repeated, "I'm asking you, were you scared when you first went to the battlefield?"

Zhao Wu heard this, closed his eyes, thought of his first time on the battlefield, paused for two seconds, and then spoke the truth:

"Of course I'm scared. Being on the battlefield is completely different from training in the camp."

"It was a scene of flashing blades and blood, a scene of carnage, a scene of brutal slaughter. The first time I went to the battlefield, I even thought I was in a hellish hell. Enemy heads would suddenly fall to my left, and comrades' heads would fall to my right. Arms and legs that I didn't know who had been severed off would fall to my right. Even when I blinked, wet brain matter would be splattered on my hair, eyelashes, and clothes. I was so scared that my legs trembled, my head went blank, and I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but I couldn't."

"Someone came at me with a knife. I tried to dodge, but my head felt like a rusty machine. I couldn't move my own arms and legs at all. But I didn't die. The general saved me. He didn't scold me or call me a coward or a piece of trash. He just smiled and said, 'You're a new recruit, right? You still need to practice martial arts properly. On the battlefield, life is fragile. Only you can protect yourself.'"

"After saying that, he left. I thought the general was right. Only I can protect myself. So I moved. I killed the first enemy. My knife slid straight down his left neck to his waist, and the enemy's body was separated from his body."

“Ah Yue, do you know, once you have a first time, the second time will come even faster. That day, I was like a madman, shouting wildly in the crowd, as if that would make the enemy afraid of me, and I would be invincible. I killed one, two, three, until later, I lost count. I only knew two actions: protect myself and kill the enemy at the same time. Obviously, I did very well.”