"Professor Dong, thank you and the teachers for retaining me."
"But I have already decided, and my family supports it."
Department of History, Kyoto University, Office of the Director.
A girl bit her lip slightly and spoke firmly.
Dong Xuemin, who is over sixty years old and has half-white hair, stood up and frowned: "Xiao Zhao, you are already a senior and will graduate next year. Why did you suddenly drop out of school?"
Zhao Jing hesitated for a moment, then met the department director's gaze, "Because I think... studying history is useless."
After saying that, she exhaled a breath of relief.
Dong Xuemin was stunned, "How could it be useless? When we study history, we study our culture and inheritance. We can also learn from history..."
"I know." Zhao Jing suddenly interrupted him. This school girl who got first place in every exam and was a good girl in the eyes of the teachers contradicted the teacher for the first time.
She shook her head stubbornly, "But what's the use of this?"
"I know the names of every emperor from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the Qing Dynasty. I know the changes in the territory of each dynasty. I have studied what the ancients ate and what they wore, but what's the use of it?"
"Can you kill one more monster?"
"Can you save one more soldier?"
"My younger brother has already joined the army and gone to the front line, but I am still in school, guarding these old papers and studying where Zhu Yuanzhang is buried!"
Dong Xuemin was slightly startled, "Isn't your brother studying in the Department of Physics?"
Zhao Jing looked out the window, "He dropped out of school and joined the army five days ago."
Subconsciously, she clenched her fists and her eyes turned slightly red.
"I don't want one day when all the monsters and monsters come to Kyoto City, and I'm still like a waste, holding those useless history books, hiding in the corner and shivering."
Dong Xuemin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head subconsciously, "No, you are not a waste, we study history..."
"Do you know where I'm from?"
The always gentle girl interrupted Dong Xuemin again.
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Zhao Jing opened her slightly trembling lips: "Tongchuan."
Dong Xuemin's body froze.
Tongchuan City is in the northwest.
It is located exactly on the sixth line of defense in the northwest.
Thirteen days ago, the sixth defensive line in the northwest collapsed, and Tongchuan City bore the brunt.
There is only one sentence in the military briefing:
"The city of Tongchuan was destroyed, and 1.2 million compatriots were reduced to blood-fed by monsters."
Zhao Jing murmured: "That is the city where I was born and raised, and that is my hometown."
"There are tens of millions of people fleeing there. I just want to go back and help them, even if it's just to save one more person..."
Zhao Jing put the withdrawal application form on the table, "My brother is the first batch of volunteers to support the northwest."
She turned around and walked out towards the door, her eyes becoming determined, "I will be the second batch."
Zhao Jing returned to the dormitory, took off her plain white dress, put on the camouflage uniform she wore during her freshman military training, looked in the mirror, cut off her waist-length hair, pulled up her short hair, picked up her suitcase and bag, and walked out of the room.
I have lived in a dormitory for three years.
Outside, the sun is dazzling.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
There are students coming out of the teaching building in front.
They were holding books and carrying bags, walking in twos and threes, talking and laughing, and walked toward each other.
"Let's go to the third canteen to eat tonight. I haven't eaten the stir-fried pork there for a long time."
"Youngest, go to the library and save a seat for daddy."
"There's a coffee shop opened over at the North Second Gate. It's offering a 40% off trial opening today. Would you like to make an appointment, Jimei?"
Sounds came into Zhao Jing's ears one after another.
Just thirteen days ago, she was as carefree as her classmates in the ivory tower.
Then, news came that the sixth defensive line in the northwest had collapsed.
Ten cities in the northwest fell, and three million square kilometers of land became scorched earth.
That was the homeland where she was born and raised.
Zhao Jing walked against the crowd and walked in a hurry.
Passing through the second teaching building and then bypassing Weiming Lake is the complex building, where a temporary recruitment point for volunteers is located.
"classmate!"
Suddenly someone shouted.
Zhao Jing turned around and saw five or six people walking towards her.
These people all wore the uniforms of the Zhenbei Army, but they had no military rank. They only had a vivid wolf head embroidered with gold thread on the left chest.
"Do you know where the history department's office building is?"
The person who asked her was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He had a scar on his face and looked a bit ferocious.
"Cross the lake and turn left at the intersection. In the third building, the office of the History Department is on the fifth floor." Zhao Jing wondered in her heart. No one had ever cared about the History Department. How could anyone from the military come looking for it?
Come.
"Thank you, classmate."
The middle-aged man thanked him and turned to leave with the others.
As I walked, I heard voices.
"It's so painful that we greedy wolves are actually reduced to being nannies for a group of nerds."
"Is the captain holding a grudge?"
"I can't blame the captain. We were the ones who opposed him at the beginning. Unexpectedly, the captain is really awesome."
"Yeah, the video of the Battle of Boneyard Fortress made my scalp numb when I saw it."
"I don't know which Yin god the captain has returned to his ancestors, but he can actually mobilize 20,000 ancient Qin Yin soldiers."
"Isn't it the Lord of Hell?"
"It's possible."
"There are rumors that the captain went to the northwest."
"No way, the northwest defense line has collapsed. Millions of demon troops have entered the country. Plus several demon kings. Even the 100,000 yin soldiers are not enough to fill the teeth of those beasts."
"Who knows..."
"Stop beeping and go find someone quickly."
These people gradually walked away and their voices became quieter and quieter.
"Northwest, Demon King..." Zhao Jing murmured, "Yin soldiers, what are they?"
However, these are not important.
She came to the volunteer recruitment point in the complex.
The hall was packed with people.
She filled out the registration form and submitted it.
During this period, people kept being called into the office inside, and soon they came out dejected.
After almost an hour, the door opened. A soldier took the roster and asked, "Who is Zhao Jing from the history department?"
Zhao Jing stood up and said, "It's me."
The soldier waved to her, "Come in."
Zhao Jing felt anxious and walked into the office. She saw an officer sitting on a chair. On the table in front of him was a pile of thick application forms.
When someone came in, the officer said directly, "Thank you for your support of Northwest, but it's a pity that you failed to pass the review."
He stood up and stretched out his hand.
A thunderbolt flashed through Zhao Jing's mind, "No, it didn't pass the review?"
She never thought this would happen.
The officer retracted his hand in embarrassment and explained: "Half an hour ago, we received a notice from the military department."
"The war situation in the northwest has reversed. The military is organizing a counterattack. If you are a second-level atavist, you can become a volunteer, but..."
The officer smiled slightly and said, "This is a good thing after all, isn't it?"
Counterattack, counterattack...
These two words kept appearing in Zhao Jing's mind.
Didn’t the Northwest fall?
Aren't more than 80% of the 1.3 million Northwest Army killed in action?
Facing an army of millions of monsters and several monster emperors, how to counterattack?
He was confused and just walked out of the complex.
There was a sudden sound of brakes.
She saw more than a dozen cars with military license plates parked in front of her.
The door of the personnel carrier opened, and dozens of armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicle and surrounded Zhao Jing.
A soldier with short hair came over, looked at the photos on the tablet, and then at Zhao Jing, "Are you Zhao Jing, a junior in the History Department of Kyoto University?"
Zhao Jing was stunned and panicked, "I, I have already submitted my application for withdrawal from school."
"That's you, classmate Zhao. I'm officially informing you that you have been temporarily recruited by the Zhenbei Army. You will be restricted from all contact with the outside world until you complete your mission."
Half an hour later.
Outside Kyoto, Taixing Airport.
The seat beneath me vibrated violently.
Zhao Jing looked at the ground slowly leaving the porthole, looking in a daze.
The officer sitting opposite Zhao Jing picked up the radio and asked, "How is the situation?"
"The airspace within a range of 600 kilometers has been cleared."
"The escort formation found no abnormalities."
The soldier put down the walkie-talkie and reminded, "Get some sleep. When you get to Yashan, you may not have much time to rest."
Zhao Jing looked at the wolf head embroidered on his chest, "What on earth am I going to do?"
The soldier thought for a while, and then said meaningfully: "Find the two hundred thousand ancestors."
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[ps: Kavinka’s discomfort, sort out your thoughts]
