Is It Reasonable for Me, a Taoist Priest, to Cut Down the Whole World?

In Daxia in 1938. On a battlefield filled with artillery fire. A young Taoist priest, wearing a long sword and tattered Taoist robes, was lying in the trench about half a man high. Although he looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, veins were popping up on the back of the hand holding the rifle. Not far away were densely packed enemies carrying cherry blossom flags. They were holding weapons that were many times more sophisticated than theirs and were constantly oppressing them. "Master, we can't hold on any longer!!!" He roared angrily and fired the last bullet in the gun chamber. Then slowly turned around. Quietly looking at the old Taoist priest with white hair and beard sitting cross-legged on the opposite side. The navy blue robe is in tatters. After being infected by blood, the color of the eyes became darker. "Master... Daoxuan really can't stand it anymore." The young Taoist priest murmured softly, but his eyes were red. He reached out his hand tremblingly and pushed the dirt off the old Taoist priest's face. I still remember that three days ago, my master resolutely closed the Taoist temple. Lead all the disciples in Quanguan to go down the mountain and join the army to resist foreign enemies. On the way down the mountain, a senior brother once asked. "Master, when will we go back?" The master replied. "I will come back when I am prosperous." Senior brother asked. "What if you can't go back?" The master smiled calmly and looked determined. "Then I won't come back!" Even Chen Daoxuan still clearly remembers that uninhibited and free spirit.