Ten years later, the Japanese pirates were repulsed and surrendered. The leaders took group photos of the surviving soldiers in different shifts. Each soldier who died in the battle took a group photo with his best comrade holding a cardboard with his name written on it.
Hua Ling's hair has grown out a little. With the speed of hair growth for ordinary men, it has now reached the bottom of his backbone. It is tied up like a ponytail and looks like a woman. Standing among the soldiers with shaved heads, she looks very special.
However, only two people from Hua Ling's army survived. When Qian Le walked to Hua Ling, dragging the cardboard with Qian Jun's name written on it, she cried and talked to Hua Ling: "Comrade Hua..."
Hua Ling was dragging a cardboard with the word "future" written on it in her hand. She looked at Qian Le with some indifference in her eyes. She didn't answer Qian Le's words and just nodded slightly.
The two stood side by side, holding cardboard in their hands, with unclaimed names placed beside and in front of them. The cameraman looked at this scene sadly and couldn't help wiping the tears flowing down his cheeks with a handkerchief: "Okay, smile -
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Hua Ling was expressionless in the photo, while Qian Le beside her was crying beyond recognition, but she still smiled.
Night, riverside.
The grass is scattered with flying stars, which are particularly obvious under the weak light of the moon.
Hua Ling sat on a stone by the river, threw a stone with his hand, and held two pendants, one black and one white, in his other hand.
"Damn boy, didn't you say you wanted to get married and have children? Rush so far ahead..." Hua Ling suddenly paused, recalling the scenes of his future death, replaying them in his mind one by one.
As a warrior who charged into battle, no one had any complaints. The moment the charge horn sounded, the soldiers stood up and rushed forward. Mirai and Hua Ling were two of them.
However, most of the attackers did not survive and were seriously injured. Hua Ling was shot more than a dozen times, and his body was almost penetrated. However, before receiving any fatal injuries, he dragged himself to fight with the enemy.
At this moment, many of the soldiers who were charging with him fell down. He was not among those who fell. He was almost not shot, and his body only had many wounds made by knives.
But in the future, when he saw an enemy aiming at Hua Ling's head, he suddenly rushed in front of Hua Ling and blocked the bullet before Hua Ling even reacted.
The bullet hit Future's head, a single blow, fatal.
"Remember to put the pendant away..." Future fell into Hua Ling's arms.
Hua Ling's eyes widened after he reacted. The place where he was shot was discharged from the bullet remaining in the body and healed within half a minute. His surprised expression, coupled with the way he clenched the weapon in his hand and the speed of recovery visible to the naked eye, were like
A monster.
"You will be stupid in the future! No matter what I do!"
Hua Ling regrouped and fought against the enemy again, dragging the body of the future undying corpse with his other hand.
Hua Ling held on until the reinforcements arrived. She had more wounds on her body than when she saw him die in front of her in the future. Many of them were just one step away from becoming fatal.
They saw Hua Ling dragging the future, his clothes stained red with blood, and his figure with a light on his back, like a messenger coming from hell. It wasn't until Hua Ling collapsed that they realized and went to confirm that Hua Ling
Are you still breathing?
Hua Ling woke up in the lounge, where there were still many injured and bandaged soldiers lying there.
Hua Ling found that except for one leg, a few fingers and most of his face, all of his body was covered with white bandages.
Suddenly Hua Ling thought of something, turned to the side and saw a piece of clothing dyed red, touched it and took out two pendants.
"In the future, you fool."
If he knew in the future that Hua Ling was not afraid of getting hurt at all, he would not come to help Hua Ling as a bullet, and he would not...
…
"What are you thinking about?" Hua Ling was lost in thought when suddenly a female voice appeared in her ear, it was Qian Le.
Qian Le sat next to Hua Ling and saw Hua Ling holding two pendants. She seemed to have guessed something: "Is this pendant for future comrades?"
Hua Ling looked down at the pendant in her hand and nodded.
"When he died, except for fatal injuries, there was no bullet hole on his body. If he didn't come to save me, he wouldn't have died." Hua Ling put the two pendants around his neck, pursed his lips, and seemed to be holding back something.
.
Qian Le comforted Hua Ling and said, "It doesn't matter. It's all over. People can't be resurrected after death. We all have to live well."
Qian Le wanted to reach out and hug Hua Ling, but she retracted her hand and patted her back instead.
"This will not be the last battle before China is pacified. I want to return to my hometown and settle down, so I won't wander anymore." Hua Ling stood up, turned around and looked at Qian Le who looked up at Hua Ling.
Qian Le was puzzled: "How do you know this won't be the last one? What if?"
"ah!"
A crow flew down on Hua Ling's shoulder. Qian Le looked up and saw Hua Ling's back facing the moonlight, and her silver-white hair seemed to be shining.
Hua Ling said: "Because I have seen that humans will not easily cooperate with former enemies."
"What..." When Qian Le stood up and planned to ask more, Hua Ling suddenly turned into a crow in front of her and flew into the sky together with the crow originally standing on his shoulder.
"Comrade Hua!...Hua Ling!"
Qian Le looked up in shock and watched the crow flying further and further away, shouting Hua Ling's name, but he shouted: "Hua Ling! Who are you... Hua... Hua Ling?..."
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The souls of those who died on the battlefield were not harvested in time and would remain where the bodies were. In the future, when I saw the changes in Hua Ling's body, I couldn't hide my surprise.
The other dead comrades were shocked when they saw this scene and didn't know what to say: "Hua Ling...is he a monster!?"
"Hua Ling is a monster that won't die?!"
"Hua Ling..."
After Hua Ling recovered from his wounds, he dragged Mirai's body during the battle. At some point, Mirai seemed to see Hua Ling shed tears.
He almost never saw Hua Ling's tears in the future, and he even thought that Hua Ling wouldn't shed tears.
Are these tears shed for the future? Probably so, look at the way Hua Ling holds onto her future clothes.
Later, when I arrived at the underworld in the future, I was suddenly stopped by several people.
All the comrades who were brought along with him went to reincarnation, but he was the only one left behind.
A woman in black robe asked others: "Is this the guy who had a relationship with Hua Ling for ten years and died in Hua Ling's arms?"
The man in white robe nodded: "It seems that he is quite important to my sister. My sister also kept the pendant he gave me."
"Pendant? How about having my jade pendant?" A tall man was unconvinced.
How many people will be frightened and trembled in the future: "Who are you?"
"I am Su Daji."
"You can call me Yu Qiuming."
"Ying Zheng."
"You can call me Zhu Jiuyin."
After introducing themselves, the four of them said together: "We used to be good friends with zero trust."
Future listened blankly to the four people talking about Hua Ling's true identity, and gradually understood why Hua Ling usually had a calm attitude. It turned out that he had seen too many strong winds and waves.