Seven years have passed, and the girl has grown a lot, but seeing Lu Wu's heartfelt joy, some things have not changed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Wen Qian? What are you doing? ”

The low male voice behind her made Zhu Wenqian stunned suddenly, but when she turned around, her boyfriend's surprised face was shocked, and she immediately didn't know how to explain it.

Only then did she remember that she was dating her boyfriend now, and the constant air raid sirens made the two of them put down everything in their hands and quickly went to the bomb shelter for refuge.

"It's okay, haha, it's okay."

And from the perspective of her boyfriend passing through the two "immortals", only she could see them, thought about it for a while, waved her hand to them, made an appointment to meet them, and ran back to her boyfriend.

Boyfriend Li Weimin is an Air Force pilot, and it is very rare to be able to take a day off at this time, and the remaining vacation is only a few hours, even if he can only gather in the air-raid shelter, it is rare.

The boyfriend is a little familiar, and if you look closely, isn't it the classmate who rescued the shore back then.

It seems that the incident back then successfully made the two get married, and finally came together.

The two ran together, still holding hands, and the relationship seemed to be good.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Wu silently pulled Zhu Qinglan, who was still going to talk about something, and left quickly.

According to the urine nature of this damn illusion, what you see next will definitely not be a good thing.

The only consolation is that the street in front of you is not as flooded as it was in 1931, but also has an unbearable stench of corpses.

Although the truth is a lot cleaner, the panicked appearance of people on the roadside, as well as the propaganda slogans of "Protecting the Family and Defending the Country", are definitely not a peaceful and prosperous era.

The constant blowing of the air raid siren made the pedestrians hurriedly run to the designated air-raid shelter, but although the expressions of the pedestrians on the road were anxious, they always lacked a sense of urgency that was at stake, and it seemed that they had become accustomed to it.

yes, get used to it.

It is customary to be woken up by the roar of bombers in the middle of the night, to take refuge in an air-raid shelter when you hear the alarm bell, and to listen silently to the sound of bombing until dawn......... I am also accustomed to coming out of the air-raid shelter and suddenly hearing the death of someone I know, and I am used to the fact that the bustling streets of yesterday suddenly turned into ruins.

"He's a good guy, but he's really unlucky."

"This ancient bridge is a cultural relic of the Song Dynasty, and I used to play on it when I was a child."

When you say this kind of thing helplessly, are you really used to it, or you are already numb to the pain.

In the early air battle at the beginning of the siege, Dongying fighters dispatched hundreds of fighters every day and dropped hundreds of tons of explosives.

Beijing and Shanghai were lost, as the second largest city in this era, as the last stronghold of transportation, politics, military and industry, at the end of 37 years most of the departments of the national government have retreated here, Jiangcheng has become the last hope of the country and the nation.

And the opponent, too, knows all this.

They not only surrounded them from three directions, but even transferred the last garrison corps on the mainland, perhaps, in their opinion, taking Jiangcheng would be equivalent to breaking the last backbone of the Xia Kingdom and completely winning the war.

"The last grass that overwhelmed the camel? Oh, that's what they thought when they conquered other big cities. Three months to destroy the Xia Kingdom, how many months is this? ”

Lu Wu knows this history, and it should be said that as a Jiangcheng person, it is inconceivable not to know this history.

And such days will last for more than four months....... and then nearly a million people will fall on the land, and then, in order not to leave any factories and war resources for the enemy, the city will eventually be set on fire by its owner and burned for two whole days.

"Enough! We've been, what do you want me to see, just say it. ”

But the roar did not get a response, the Jincheng Lock Dragon Diagram is just a dead thing, and under the premise that no one is driving it, it will only use its own memories to give an answer.

So, Lu Wu and Zhu Qinglan could only watch everything happen silently as before.

Silently watched as women sold their jewelry, children holding their piggy banks in support of the defenders, silently watching the parade shouting endlessly, silently watching the recruiting office fill forever......

Silently watched the last Xia Air Force fight to the death with the enemy, and then drained the last drop of blood.

Silently watching this familiar and unfamiliar city be awakened by bombing every day, silently watching the wartime scorched and frenzied enemy use poison gas bombs on a large scale.......

And the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom, who had no anti-poison facilities and knowledge, in desperation, according to hearsay knowledge, stuffed their mouths and noses with urine to wet their hands and towels, but they still died painfully one by one.

Only people who have not experienced the pain of war can like the so-called war and honor, and there has never been a moment when Lu Wu hates war so much.

"The air war martyrs Li Dan, Yang Fan, Liu Sheng, and Li Weimin are immortal."

"Jiangcheng is in the middle of the world, destroying the enemy's space, and millions of soldiers and civilians look up to their achievements; Wave the tears of compatriots, mourn my good soldiers, and recruit heroic souls in the nine heavens. ”

"Heroic sacrifice for the 5,000-year-old motherland, immortal fame, 400 trillion compatriots have worked hard, and victory can be expected."

The crowd of funerals was there every day, but this time, the queue was a little long, and a somewhat familiar name attracted Lu Wu's attention.

"Li Weimin? Isn't that ........ Wen Qian's boyfriend? ”

"Wei Min? Wei Min Road! Weimin Road in Longguan District. ”

At this time, Lu Wu couldn't even smile bitterly, this world was too malicious, and the malice was suffocating.

The ground campaign lasted four and a half months, but the air battle had not stopped since half a year ago, and the air force had been drained of its last blood after the navy had dried up and before the army was about to run out of blood.

And decades later, the road in the Longguan District still commemorates the venerable air force soldier.

He, after shooting down an enemy plane, after being shot and burning, did not choose to parachute, but crashed into another fighter plane and chose to return with the enemy.

At the age of 22, he is about to get married, and in his pocket, there is a ring bought with military salary....... but what is ironic is that the Dongying pilot who was returned with him, and the pocket is also his wife's family letter, and the uneasiness and worry in it can make the iron man melt.

"........ come back, as long as you come back safely......"

When everything was burning, the illusion also came to an end, but at this time, Lu Wu became more and more uneasy.

He thought of Wei Min Road, and naturally remembered the story related to it, which actually had a follow-up, about the pilot's fiancée girlfriend.

"....... Weimin's girlfriend is a college student, and when she learned of her death, she put on a cheongsam given by Weimin and ......... at the sinking river of Weimin's fighter plane."

The illusion in front of him changed again, and when the rolling Yangtze River appeared in front of him, no one could stop the scene in front of him

"........ jumped into the rolling Yangtze River, Zhu Wenqian, don't!!"

A desperate scene still happened, and in the end, Zhu Wenqian, who looked back and smiled, smiled very sweetly, very sweetly.

"Goodbye, this world full of sadness and despair, goodbye, kind fairy sister........"

Zhu Qinglan rushed towards the girl frantically, but an inexplicably familiar figure overlapped with her, but in the end, it was still missed.

The cry was in her ears, Zhu Wenqian's senior sister who accompanied her to relax still didn't save her, Lu Wu looked at the collapse of the world in front of him blankly, everything seemed to have come to an end.

Zhu Wenqian still couldn't escape her fate, and after escaping seven years ago, she finally sank to the bottom of the river......

"Is this the history of Zhu Wenqian? What's the point of showing me this? ”

Lu Wu, who was already unable to act, looked at the rolling Jin Jiang in front of him angrily, could it be so eager for sacrifices, in his eyes, this Jin Jiang had turned into a laughing demon.

And suddenly, the illusion seemed to turn into reality.

The battlefield was covered by dark clouds, and countless unjust souls were absorbed into the river, and the rising river water seemed to be very satisfying with a sufficient amount of sacrifices, and the turbid yellow river water turned into the color of blood.

Lu Wu frowned but concentrated on remembering every scene, according to the records, when the illusion collapsed, the distance between the real and the illusory was broken, not only these illusions themselves were hints of cause and effect, but when the past fate accumulated to the limit, the limit of time would also be broken.

When the past is accumulated and woven to the top, the new edge also reveals the future vision, even if it is destined to be vague, but it is also the most effective prophetic power of modern times.

With enough history, the future can also be deduced, and chaos can also be done, just a symbolic dream foreshadowing, and that moment of the future is Lu Wu's ultimate goal.

But before getting the information about the future, a bizarre scene attracts everyone's attention.

Yes, everyone, not only Lu Wu and Zhu Qinglan, but also the senior sister who almost didn't save Zhu Wenqian at all, also looked at the bridge in disbelief.

At Zhu Wenqian's entrance to the river, a whirlpool appeared, but what finally appeared was not a miracle, but a light blue dragon.

Yes, the little dragon, exactly the same as the one I saw in the new chemical city that day.

It seemed to be very sad, and flew around the whirlpool twice with a crying cause, and then, without hesitation, flew away.

"The Dragon King lost his treasure? What the hell is that?! ”

No one could give an answer, the illusion had completely collapsed, and at that moment, Lu Wu also saw the future as he wished...... But he preferred not to see it.

Everything is vague and vague as if in a dream, but Lu Wu can still recognize that the familiar modern Jiangcheng is burning, and the soaring flames and explosions seem to be on the battlefield, which is no different from 1938, and this is not the most deadly.

There was a rain of blood in the sky, and the blood-colored flood had drowned everything, and in the middle of the golden river, two shadow-shrouded dragon-like beasts were biting, one of the smaller ones, the flames soared from him, turning into meteors to attack the opponent, and the larger one was the master of the blood-colored flood.

The clash of water and fire, their aftermath, was enough to destroy everything.

Originally, Lu Wu thought that the task of the association and the mastermind behind framing him were two different things, but now it seems that the two sides not only intersect, but also the same thing.

Blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, and peeking into the future was destined to pay an equal price, and unconsciously there were a few more young silver hairs, Lu Wu silently wrote down everything in front of him, and then there were a few more key words in his notes.

"The Dragon King has lost his treasure, the little dragon, and ....... human sacrifice."

There is no doubt that Zhu Wenqian's death was definitely not a simple accident and accident, as if an invisible hand was manipulating her fate, and in the end, it led her to sink into the river.

And sacrifices and human pillars, in this dangerous world, are not uncommon, and even a separate profession.

When Zhu Wenqian died, she was only 23 years old.

"The Great Flood of 1931, the Great Flood of 1954 after a gap of 23 years......."

“…… Twenty-two years later, the Great Flood of 1975, and then another Great Flood of 1998, another 23 years later......."

Silently comparing with the data, a desperate conclusion has emerged.

"........ this year, after another 18 years, the imminent flood in 2016, the dragon king has lost his treasure again....if there is really a dragon king, what the evil dragon king lacks is this sacrifice!"