Mu Huaixi had a dream. In the dream, the rainforest was stained with blood and poisonous miasma. There were shelling and explosions everywhere. The sound of gunfire was muffled by the rain. Sticky worms climbed up the vines that were wrapped around their feet, and were crushed by passing military boots.

"Puff, puff"

The sound of worms being crushed and exploded could be heard everywhere. Even if you lay in a dark cat-ear hole, you could still feel the sticky corpses from under you.

Ying Mingcheng, who looked more mature and bearded than he is now, walked out of the darkness and stretched in the sunlight cast through the wide gaps between the trees. A plane emitting black smoke flew over his head and dived diagonally into the mountains and forests not far away.

The soldiers immediately took action, but met the enemy head-on. A fierce battle broke out, and casualties continued to occur amid the continuous gunfire and artillery fire.

Ying Mingcheng looked tired, but his eyes were brighter than the sun. He carried a cannon on his shoulder, and every shot could quiet the screams of ghosts and wolves on the opposite side. The powerful recoil caused blood to seep from his shoulder, dyeing the originally dark bloodstains red again.

Ying Mingcheng's side fought one skirmish after another, but fortunately they won more than they lost, pushing the front line forward until they were ambushed in a valley. The ambushers weren't even regular soldiers, but children carrying explosives. They pretended to be injured and cried behind rocks, luring the enemy over, and then rushed out with the ignited explosives.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The powerful explosion shook the entire dream. Mu Huaixi looked at the large enemy force rushing out from behind the smoke and anxiously shouted to Ying Mingcheng, "Be careful!!"

It was impossible for him to hear anything, but he fired in the direction of the enemy attack as if assisted by God, and red plum blossoms bloomed in the smoke.

This battle was extremely difficult. In the end, the enemy retreated, but cunningly guarded the exit of the valley. Ying Mingcheng and his men were out of ammunition and food, and were trapped in a valley full of poisonous miasma. Soon, the wounded soldiers were infected with fever and lost their lives within a few days.

When they ran out of dry food, they peeled tree bark and caught snakes and insects. When they ran out of clean water, they chewed leaves and gnawed tree roots. They finally gathered together the last bit of medicine and applied it to the wound of one of the youngest soldiers.

After countless sunrises and sunsets, they finally received reinforcements, and another fierce battle broke out at the valley entrance.

With bandages wrapped around his chest and arms, Ying Mingcheng jumped up and rushed towards the enemy's front and back with his brothers, tearing apart the enemy's position with their remaining weapons.

The suffocating battle finally ended in victory. When Mu Huaixi was wondering why he had this dream, he saw a black gun muzzle extending from under the corpses on the ground, quietly aiming at Ying Mingcheng who was leaning against a tree to rest.

"Ying Mingcheng!" Mu Huaixi woke up from her dream with a scream, and groped around anxiously, but found that the bed next to her was already empty, and even the sheets were cold.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and leaned against the headboard, recalling the dream she had just had. The last scene she saw should be Ying Mingcheng's funeral.

An old man in military uniform and with white hair solemnly placed the urn covered with a red flag into the grave and reluctantly sprinkled the first handful of soil.

The photo on the tombstone shows him young and handsome, but he is forever frozen at this age.

"Is this a premonition, or something that has happened in the past?" Mu Huaixi muttered to herself as she sat on the bed. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. If this was a precognitive dream, she should have appeared in the dream. And if this was her past life in which she did not end up with Ying Mingcheng, then there would be no wife or children at his funeral. I'm afraid he remained single until his death.

Mu Huaixi wasn't so shameless as to think Ying Mingcheng remained single in his past life because he couldn't marry her. It wasn't until she arrived at the regimental headquarters that she realized how much this man loved his military career. He trained and patrolled during the day, and at night he read books and newspapers, formulated combat plans, and optimized training schedules. If he hadn't married her, he would probably have spent his nights in the regimental headquarters dormitory, eating and sleeping with the soldiers.

He deserves so many military medals and the position of battalion commander of the Fourth Battalion.

As Mu Huaixi was thinking about it, she suddenly missed Ying Mingcheng very much. She jumped out of the bed, put on her clothes and ran out of the room in a hurry. When she reached the stairs, she met his eyes.

"Awake?" Ying Mingcheng looked at her while carrying the wooden stick. Seeing how thin she was wearing, he frowned and said, "Put on your clothes before coming down."

"Yeah," Mu Huaixi nodded, but did not move at all. She looked at him in the newly risen light, and was relieved to see that he was fine.

Ying Mingcheng had originally planned to install a handrail on the stairs, but when he saw her standing there motionless, he went straight upstairs and carried her back to the bedroom without saying a word. "Sleep a little longer. Don't go up the mountain today. I'll make you some fish soup later."

Mu Huaixi was clinging to his waist, unwilling to let go. When she heard this, she looked up in surprise and asked, "Where did the fish come from?"

"Hehe," Ying Mingcheng scratched her neck and smiled, then pulled her arm down and stuffed it back into the quilt, and patted her like he was coaxing a child.

Mu Huaixi smelled the cold water vapor and saw the tender green water plants on his sleeves. "You went to the lake?"

"Yeah," Ying Mingcheng admitted, seeing he couldn't hide it from her. "I got up too early. I wanted to put up a fence for our house but I was afraid it would disturb the neighbors. I had nothing to do so I went to the lake."

Mu Huaixi looked out the window at the light that was gradually getting brighter, wondering whether he had woken up early or hadn't slept much.

"Where are you going on this mission?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?" Ying Mingcheng smiled and patted her hair. "Don't worry, I will be careful and come back soon."

"Can't you even tell me this?" Mu Huaixi didn't expect this to be kept secret. She changed her approach, "I just want you to bring me some herbs. We can't buy some here. For example, Chinese yam, it has to be from Wen County for better efficacy."

"Okay, I'll bring you some on my way back," Ying Mingcheng agreed without any doubt.

"It doesn't need to be too much, just bring some local medicinal herbs," Mu Huaixi breathed a sigh of relief. The medicinal herbs produced in the north and south are completely different. Based on the medicinal herbs he brought back, she could judge whether he was going south or north.

Thinking of the poisonous miasma that covered the sky and the sun in her dream, she grabbed the corner of Ying Mingcheng's clothes again, "You, the Qingzhao Pills I gave you last time, if you can find a few more herbs, you can improve it a little bit."

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Ying Mingcheng's eyes lit up when he heard about the improvement, but he quickly reacted and tucked her hand back into the quilt again. "You're pregnant now. Don't stay up late at night, and don't keep thinking about experimenting with improved prescriptions."

"Take your time. There's no rush."

"No, there's no time to take it slow." Mu Huaixi felt horrified when she thought of that dream. She also understood the meaning of starting over in this life. Not only was she saved by Ying Mingcheng, not only did the missed fate come true, but she would also help Ying Mingcheng get through this disaster.