The battalion captured several high grounds in one fell swoop with minimal casualties, occupying the most advantageous positions.

As Gu Zuozuo walked along, the flowers and plants along the way were extremely lush.

Supplies? Take them! No matter the type!

Guns and ammunition? We'll take them all; if all else fails, we'll make use of them.

Cars? You can never have too many. Even if they're useless, you can still get a good price for them by selling them as iron.

Gu Zuo and Gu Zuo plundered as she went, and the 990,000 points that the system Klass had cheated her out of quickly recovered in the speed of her locust swarm.

The newly released little system was green with envy.

【Host~】

Gu Zuozuo's hand trembled, and she tore the terrified man in front of her apart.

"Tsk, what's with that weird accent?"

With a casual wave of his hand, he tossed away the severed limbs hanging from the vines, looking at the dozen or so child soldiers, feeling somewhat numb.

Why didn't anyone tell her that in this country, men, women, the elderly, and children are all crazy people who will fight even without guns but with knives?

If I hadn't been more vigilant than the average person and had a high level of mental strength, I wouldn't have discovered the venomous thoughts hidden beneath their innocent exteriors.

"Indeed, when you're out in the world, there are three types of people you shouldn't underestimate."

The system raises its hand to answer directly.

I know! Women! Children! The elderly!

After saying that, it proudly raised its little head, waiting for its host to shower it with compliments.

However... nothing happened.

Gu Zuozuo had already disappeared in a flash, leaving only a paper crane flapping its wings and flying towards Wang Erzhu's command post at an incredible speed.

System: ...So, love can disappear, right?

Beijing City.

Xie Jingyao sat on the chair, holding a pink dress in her hand, lost in thought.

She dreamed about her daughter last night.

Her daughter is doing very well, with a rosy complexion, full of energy, and bright, smiling eyes.

She said:

"Mom, I'm doing well."

"Mom, I have a new mom."

"Mom, I have someone to keep me company now."

"Godmother, what are you doing?"

Zhu Qian walked in from outside, her face beaming with smiles, and placed the apples she was carrying on the table.

"Godmother, these are apples that Godfather's company gave out. He asked me to bring them back for you to try."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell on the pink dress in Xie Jingyao's hand, his eyes flickered, and a complex emotion flashed across his face.

"Where did these little clothes come from? They're so cute!"

Xie Jingyao placed the small clothes on the coffee table next to her, her gaze wistful.

"This is the dress that my daughter's great-grandmother made when she turned one year old."

Back then, Nannan was still her Nannan. Despite her poor health, she was sensible and considerate, never causing her family to get upset or argue. Sometimes, she even served as a lubricant when the adults in the family had conflicts, and a stepping stone for them to make up.

But her little girl is gone, and she will never see her again for the rest of her life.

Zhu Qian's eyes darted around, and she put away her little thoughts for the moment. She took out a newspaper from her schoolbag and looked at Xie Jingyao hesitantly, with an expression that said she didn't know whether she should say it or not.