Chapter 51 Restart? Silent Declaration of War!
"S01, you are trapped in this body and can only activate the lowest level of plant-related abilities. You can't defeat me!"
Cang Lao raised his hands, and the power of thunder and lightning sounded from his fingertips.
"God help me. Today is the day of your death, and also the day of my rebirth."
"Plant-related supernatural powers..." Xiao Bai's amber pupils completely turned into gold, and his bloodstained lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.
"To deal with you..."
The "S01" brand on her palm burst into dazzling golden light, illuminating her resolute face.
There were countless cracks on the ground of the ancestral hall.
Emerald green vines grew wildly from the ground, but they did not attack - they entangled the twelve Lingjiao aircraft and twisted the death beams towards Cang Lao!
"enough!"
【山下】
The person who accepted Minister Yang's order to be in charge of sealing off the mountain and deploying defenses was Captain Zhao, who had previously gone to Longshen Mountain to search for Staff Officer Tang.
At this moment, he stared in amazement at the blue, red and golden lights that appeared on the mountain and intertwined in the night sky, like a strange fireworks show.
"My great-grandmother, what kind of weapon is emitting this light!"
The cigarette in his mouth fell on his military boots, burning a charred hole, but he was completely unaware of it.
"boom--!"
A colorful mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the shock wave knocked over every soldier present.
Captain Zhao's last thought before he passed out was: If this thing were used in the South Vietnam battlefield...
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Tang Jingmo opened his eyes, and saw a blue sky that looked like it had been washed by water. The straw beneath him made his back itch, and the fragrance of rice lingered at the tip of his nose.
"Time goes back again?" He turned to look at Xiaobai who was holding a straw beside him.
"You're half right. There's also memory erasure, or reboot? Who knows!"
Xiaobai spat out the grass stem and put his hands behind his head. "Don't look at me. I'm not that boring. Maybe it's the 'rules' that are at work."
The sunlight cast tiny shadows under her eyelashes, and Tang Jingmo suddenly discovered that there was a golden line on the inside of her right wrist - like a miniature key.
"Then, the father and daughter of the Yang family?" Just as Tang Jingmo asked, a familiar voice was heard.
"Jingmo, Xiaobai~" Gu Zhongzhang ran over from afar, followed by Song Wan.
"Big news! Absolutely astonishing news!"
Gu Zhongzhang's face was filled with gossip that could not be concealed, and his eyes said two words: "Ask quickly!"
"Get out of here! Why are you keeping me in suspense? If you don't tell me, then I will!" Song Wan pulled Gu Zhongzhang away.
"Minister Yang's car on his way back to the city was involved in a traffic accident and fell off the winding mountain road. All three people in the car died."
"All dead?" Tang Jingmo repeated, "...this?"
"Yes, Minister Yang, Yang Xueying, and Secretary Chen! The car was smashed into a pile of scrap metal, how could the people still be alive!"
Gu Zhongzhang slapped his thigh excitedly.
After taking the photo, I was stunned, "Strange... Why am I so happy? Do I hate them that much?"
At the same time, in a dormitory of a certain military district, Captain Zhao screamed "Ah!" and sat up suddenly, with cold sweat soaking his vest.
"What's wrong, Captain? Are you having a nightmare?" The orderly handed over a towel.
Captain Zhao looked at him in confusion. "Ah? Dreaming? It seemed like... I dreamed that the mountaintop was bombed."
The orderly chuckled.
"Captain, you must be dreaming because your letter of request for battle was rejected by the regiment commander!"
He took the towel back and washed it. "In my opinion, the captain rejected your request because the war is almost over and there is no shortage of people! You should not let your sister-in-law worry."
The young soldier kept chattering, but Captain Zhao's mind was in a mess.
He always felt as if he had forgotten something important, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember it.
【Longshan Village, on the grain drying ground. 】
"So, we went back to the time when Yang Zhongxiu took Yang Xueying away from Longshan Village, but... Song Wan, and that Heizi..."
Xiao Bai spread his hands and said, "You ask me, who should I ask?"
She pinched Song Wan's little face and said, "Anyway, we are all sitting here peacefully. Other things are not important."
Tang Jingmo looked up at the sky, "Some things will naturally reveal their answers when the time comes. Let's see who will have the last laugh!"
Xiaobai also squinted and looked up at the sky.
The memory flashed back to the explosion just before. When she turned the muzzle of the Ling Jiao gun and aimed it at Cang Lao,
She clearly saw another "self" flying out of her body, and in the stunned eyes of Cang Lao, everything was reduced to ashes in an instant.
When he woke up again, he had returned to the threshing ground of Longshan Village. There was a golden mark on his hand, and the fifth fragment had also returned to its place.
Xiaobai's gaze penetrated the clouds and reached the depths of the universe - are you declaring war?
"Hey, stop playing dumb, Secretary Lin wants to talk to us about something!"
Song Wan just remembered that there was something she hadn't said yet. "The secretary said that the reconstruction of the village is almost complete. It's almost the winter solstice, so let's have a buffet to warm up everyone's homes, wash away the bad luck, and start a new life."
The morning mist of the winter solstice had not yet dissipated, but Wang Tiezhu swung his axe and chopped the first piece of firewood.
“Bang!”
Sawdust flew everywhere, carrying with it the scent of pine resin.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked back at the brand new blue brick house - paper-cuts had been pasted on the window frames, and the bright red word "Fu" was reflecting the light of the snow.
The earthen wall that was washed away by floods three months ago has now become a neat courtyard, and even the chicken coop is built neatly.
All this is thanks to Xiaobai.
"Master!" The daughter-in-law poked her head out from the kitchen, the steam from the cooking stove all over her face, "Let's go to the threshing ground! Xiaobai and the others are slaughtering pigs!"
There were three iron pots in the middle of the threshing ground, with boiling water boiling pork bones.
Xiaobai rolled up her sleeves and said, "This piece of fat is good for making oil!" She poked the pork belly with the tip of her knife, and the pork belly drew a perfect arc and fell steadily into the basin held by Lin Xiaoan.
"Oh my goodness!" Lin Xiaoan caught it in a panic, "Do you think you're throwing darts? Stop playing, go, go play with your brother-in-law."
The children were running around in the crowd, laughing and joking. A snotty-nosed kid took advantage of no one's attention and secretly touched a piece of meat that had just come out of the pot. It was so hot that he kept shaking his hand away but was reluctant to let go.
At noon, thirty eight-person tables were lined up along the threshing ground.
Gu Zhongzhang brought out the Fenjiu that he had specially asked someone to buy and filled every table: "Enough for today!"
The old village chief knocked on his pipe, and suddenly his eyes were red: "Cheers to the new house! Cheers to the new day!" He raised the coarse porcelain bowl, "The most important thing to pay tribute to is..."
"Cheers to Sister Xiaobai!" the children shouted in unison, and one girl even held up a half-eaten candied haws.
Xiaobai was chewing on a pig's trotter and almost choked when he heard this.
Tang Jingmo smiled and patted her on the back, taking the opportunity to lean over and whisper: "The old village chief wants to change the name of the grain drying field to 'White Deer Field', saying that the blueprint you drew looks like a deer antler."
"Pah!" Xiaobai spat out a peppercorn, "What deer antler? That's Beidou..."
Before he finished speaking, a cry of surprise suddenly came from a distance—
Five military jeeps rolled up the newly built loess road at the entrance of the village, rolling up clouds of dust. The lead vehicle had two red flags flying on it, fluttering in the cold winter wind.
Tang Jingmo's chopsticks slammed down on the bowl, and Gu Zhongzhang almost spit out the dumplings in his mouth.
The two looked at each other, then stood up and walked forward at the same time.
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