As Qin Qianluo listened to Feng Qingyun's words, a surge of intense power welled up in her heart, and she raised her hand to wipe away her tears forcefully.
Clenching his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, he secretly vowed to win this battle and make Japan pay a heavy price for the evil deeds of their descendants from another world.
Qin Qianluo stood against the wind at the bow of the ship, the waves rhythmically lapping against the hull, making a deep and powerful sound, as if beating the war drums for this journey.
The sea breeze blew wildly, ruffling her hair, but it couldn't dispel the raging anger burning in her eyes.
She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the distant sea shrouded in gloom, which was the direction of Japan.
A slight smile curved her lips, a smile that carried a hint of pleasure, yet also a touch of pity for the suffering of her past life.
With that faint smile, her aura subtly shifted.
The originally cold, winter-like atmosphere gradually softened, yet within that softness, an unyielding resolve was subtly revealed, much like the unmelted ice under the warm spring sun.
She silently responded to Feng Qingyun in her heart, her voice soft yet filled with unwavering resolve: "That's right, this time, I will personally avenge those ancestors."
Since I couldn't do it in my previous life, fate brought me to this other world, which means it gave me the opportunity to fulfill my long-cherished wish.
Whether in their past life or this other world, their brutal nature has never changed. Their actions are utterly heinous, and they don't deserve to be called human!
His words were filled with deep hatred, each one seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
On the warship, the soldiers listened to Qin Qianluo's heartfelt words, exchanging glances, their eyes meeting in unspoken understanding.
When they first joined the navy, Qin Qianluo and Mu Yunxi solemnly recounted that heavy and humiliating history to everyone.
These passionate young men, upon hearing those horrific stories, were already consumed by a burning rage.
At this moment, looking at Qin Qianluo's straight and proud figure at the bow of the ship, admiration grew wildly in the hearts of the soldiers.
Their hands unconsciously tightened around their weapons, their knuckles turning white from the force.
Images of innocent civilians being brutally slaughtered kept flashing through his mind, and his anger towards the Japanese grew stronger.
Everyone secretly vowed in their hearts to follow the general and the prince.
Undeterred by death, they dealt the Japanese the heaviest blow, using the enemy's blood to commemorate the innocent souls who perished.
Mu Yunxi stood quietly not far away, her gaze fixed on Qin Qianluo's back.
She looked at the hem of her dress fluttering in the sea breeze, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes.
Although she had not personally experienced that dark period, she had seen the films that Qin Qianluo had watched, which were like sharp blades piercing straight into her heart, making her feel the pain deeply.
In the film, the Japanese burned, killed, looted, and plundered, treating human life as worthless and the common people like ants. Their atrocities were outrageous, and every scene deeply pierced her nerves.
Innocent children cried amidst the flames of war, and unarmed civilians were brutally murdered.
The woman was humiliated, and the village was burned to the ground. The tragic scenes made her want to rush to the battlefield and kill her enemies.
What shocked her even more was that in Qin Qianluo's previous life, the Japanese had committed such heinous crimes.
They even have the audacity to deny it outright, distort history, and attempt to cover up their crimes.
This utterly shameless and unscrupulous behavior was beyond her comprehension and brought her anger to its peak.
She couldn't understand how there could be such despicable people in the world who committed such unforgivable crimes, yet still tried to escape the judgment of history.
That's why she didn't hesitate and resolutely followed him on this expedition.
She had only one belief in her heart: to do everything in her power to protect the descendants of Tianxuan and never let them suffer those inhuman tortures.
As for fame, fortune, reputation, and criticism after death, in her view, they were all fleeting and not worth mentioning.
Qin Qianluo was fearless and charged ahead, so how could she possibly back down even a step?
She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with determination, ready to fight alongside Qin Qianluo and face the impending storm.
She knew all too well that this battle was not only for Tianxuan, but also for justice, for the dignity and lives that had been trampled upon.
Ning Yu and Ning Shuyao were resting peacefully in the cabin, which was elegantly furnished. Soft light filtered through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.
The boat rocked gently on the waves, making creaking sounds that blended into a soothing lullaby, bringing peace to the soul.
However, Qin Qianluo's heartfelt words, filled with determination and indignation, were like a sharp lightning bolt, instantly shattering the tranquil atmosphere and penetrating their ears without any obstruction.
The two, who had been relaxed, instantly stiffened and instinctively looked at each other. As their eyes met, a tacit understanding flowed between them like an electric current.
Without time to think too much, they got up at the same time and hurriedly walked out of the cabin.
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