Yeah, I watched it recently. The first book was very funny and tear-jerking, and the characters were very vividly drawn. To sum it up, in the vast sea of people, I don't need anyone to remember me. I just serve the people, because my family and I are members of the people. The second and third books belong to the same author and tell the story of a bright sword spirit that does not rely on Li Yunlong through different perspectives and timelines. The last one also shows that the bright sword is just a battle route. It depicts the image of a veteran who is "like a raccoon dog" with Li Yunlong. The character is still wrong~
[Novel bright sword] + [Unique system] + [A man's blood] + [Cry of the nation] + [Drive out the Japanese pirates and return my country] Li Yunlong: Brother Zhou, I want to attack Ping'an County, and I need a group of cannons to support me. Zhou Zhiming: Okay, Lao Li, 20 Italian cannons are ready and can be fired at any time.
Living in troubled times, when national calamity is at the forefront, a man must serve his country! A thrilling secret agent career, encounters with various forces, and a battle of wits and courage. In the game within the game, who is the last oriole?
Reborn as a spy in the Anti-Japanese War. A centenarian veteran of the Anti-Japanese War was reborn and returned to the Anti-Japanese War to save the country and the people. It is unsystematic and realistic. The writing style is simple and delicate. The prototype is my grandfather and many heroes in modern history. He has a correct outlook on life and is full of patriotism. Thank you for your support😊😊
It's my first time recommending a book, so I'm a little nervous~ I've already read the third one! There are four books in total, all of them scored 9 points or above. Except for the fourth one, which is basically non-toxic, the third one was given to me to read. The first one is actually a bit similar to the fourth one. The first one has a female protagonist who has been completed, and the male protagonist is similar to the fourth one. They are all bking. It is very passionate, and the whole country will work together to fight against the apocalypse. The second book is a romance, in which the protagonist was deceived by the so-called system in his previous life. In the second life, I handed myself over to the state. I feel that except for the protagonist and the protagonist's brother, the other relatives including the male protagonist were poorly portrayed by the author. But anyone who can accept this can write the third book, which is non-toxic! ! ! Highly recommended, very tearful and passionate! Super burning! Let me read them all. The fourth one is quite vicious. Is the protagonist a soldier king? He should be a force king. He likes to be brainless and hot-blooded. He can tolerate embarrassment and rush through it.
In the same series, the bunnies are great!
I have no regrets about entering China in this life, and I will still be a flower gardener in the next life.
He said that tonight will be the last battle of our artificial god troops. He said that after today, the Artificial God Army may become history, and we will become just one of the hundreds of thousands of deaths in the "Artificial God Casualty Report", and we may not even have a name. However, this battle must be fought by us. In fact, we have always known that the reason why artificial god troops are not born is because we are not accepted by the people. In fact, I can understand it. When my second uncle died in the Artificial God Army, we didn't even get the news. The people of this country were devastated by the catastrophe, and those monsters caused their families to be destroyed, their wives and children to be separated, and some people lost their loved ones, children, parents, relatives, and close friends. I remember that on the first day I entered the Artificial God Army, the commander of the Balsam Pear Corps stood on the tank and said these words to us. He said that our efforts will not be recognized by others, and our deaths will not be known to others. We are at the forefront, but the people will praise those latecomers who take care of the mess. Even so, those who still want to stay will take a step forward. I remember that there were a total of 15,000 soldiers when the recruitment was over. After the recruitment, only 4,500 people became artificial gods. The rest had their memories erased and were sent home. I don't know why, but I chose to stay by some strange combination of circumstances. My eldest brother, second brother, and I all became artificial gods. On the day of the first battle, my second brother died. I could only watch him being eaten alive by those monsters, and listen to his screams. I was so scared that I couldn't even move. In the end, I only managed to save part of his arm. Artificial gods have extremely strong health, so if we are fatally wounded, we will not die immediately. Many comrades-in-arms suffered mental breakdowns during repeated healing and near-death processes, causing the God-Creators to go berserk. Then we'll take care of it ourselves. The first rampage incident I personally dealt with was my elder brother's rampage. His squad totaled twenty-one people, including his girlfriend at the time. My eldest brother was the only one to survive. I remember it was raining heavily that day, and my eldest brother was kneeling on the ground, holding half of my sister-in-law's body in his arms. He has been the best to me since childhood. Finally, I chopped off his head with a knife - the rampage of the god-maker will greatly strengthen the body functions of the god-maker. It is useless to penetrate the heart. The head must be completely destroyed. After that, I was alone in the artificial god army. There is actually another reason why the man-made gods went berserk. Artificial gods fuse with creatures from the spiritual world that are much more powerful than themselves to fight. But every day, we can hear the wails and bewitchments of the creatures we merge with, and then our bodies will appear with the same characteristics. Like me. You haven't seen the battle of man-made gods. It was not a battle between man and monster, but a battle between monster and monster. In fact, when I just experienced the two battles, I didn't understand it. Sometimes I also cursed myself for why I had to be a man-made god at that moment, and ended up looking like neither a human nor a ghost. Is it worth it? I understand now. Worth. At that time, I also thought about whether I should run away, return to you, return to the circle I am familiar with, and live a stable life. I did the same, but was discovered by Bitter Melon. He didn't scold me, nor did he mention me in front of the whole team for criticism. He just took me to the back of the artificial god troop station. There are the tombstones of all the soldiers from the beginning of the Artificial God Project to the present. At a glance, there is no end in sight. Balsam pear said that there are hundreds of thousands of tombstones here. The actual number of people sacrificed by man-made gods is much greater than you know. Ninety percent of those tombstones are empty. Including us, when we go to the battlefield, sometimes we can't even get the bodies back. If one day the Artificial God Army disappears and you can go take a look, you will understand what I mean. Artificial gods are a kind of inheritance. Fear cannot be eliminated, but it can be replaced. This is what it means to defend our country. When those soldiers and seniors charged into battle, it was not that they were not afraid, but that they had something more important in their hearts instead of fear. What is valuable. I think the most valuable thing about the Chinese nation is that even if they are afraid, they can still stand in front of fear because of the more important obsession in their hearts, telling it and telling themselves that I am not afraid. Balsam pear said that these were the words passed down from the first group leader. I think that if one day, the Artificial God Army disappears and our names are not mentioned and we become one of the millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of unnamed warriors who sacrificed their lives to save this country in the history books, at least we know that there was once a group of people on this continent who were willing to abandon everything and become monsters for the safety of the country behind them and countless people. They once made such a sonorous scream. ——Bai Meng………… Fan Yitian sat on the ground and looked at the tombstone in front of him. It's really endless. [Yun Lingtian, the 19th leader of the Artificial God Force] Two short sentences. It summarizes the life of Captain Yun, one of the few people in human history whose name was written down by his enemies and given the title of honor. Fan Yitian couldn't help but miss this idiot leader again. He was holding a broken spear, the horns on his head were broken, and his right eye was gouged out. His body was still standing there stiffly, staring ahead. Even in death, he still looked at the land that had not been recovered. At the moment before his death, he stood in front of his companions without taking a step back. But in the end, all of them. Yun Lingtian, Zhou Shiyang, Bai Zhi, Lin Sihuan, Ning Haowu. Cheng Qunhao, Bai Shou, Xu Chongyan. In the end, it will just become a number on the casualty record, nothing more. The high-spirited and always dazed Captain Balsam Guar could remember each of their names and preferences. The Lin Sihuan branch leader who smiles but is actually a girl who is afraid of the dark. The leader of the Bai Zhi branch who is not serious every day. The group leader Zhou Shiyang who always lightens the atmosphere with jokes. There is also the branch leader Ning Haowu who is always serious and mature, but always protects the new recruits. The lively people are either cheerful or calm. They all smiled brightly at themselves. Now, they have all turned into cold tombstones. You once said that when we die, only you will remember our names. Fan Yitian lit his cigarette, leaned against Yun Lingtian's tombstone, looked at the vast sky, exhaled the white mist in his mouth, and said lightly: Isn't it the same now, only we can remember your names. The air was silent except for the occasional dismal bird calls from the sky. There was no one around. Just him and the endless tombstones. The tombstone was cold, without the fiery atmosphere that Sister Lin exuded. Never again. What a group of irresponsible people... Fan Yitian took a long breath. Do you really want to retire? Fan Yitian looked at the sky, wondering who he was talking to. If you want to retire, just retire, just retire early. Why did it end up like this? Maybe they want it. No way? Who wants to end up like this? Not even a suicide note was left. Fan Yitian looked at the photo in his hand. When was this photo taken? It was a long time ago, and there was no war at that time. Yes, I was still a new recruit at that time. Zhou Shiyang pressed Yun Lingtian's shoulders, while Bai Zhi and Lin Sihuan pulled away one corner of Yun Lingtian's mouth. Yun Lingtian frowned helplessly. Behind them stood a group of laughing people. Yu Wenxuan was carrying Fan Yitian and Qu Wumo. Song Xuexi stood next to him, holding Wen Ren Moran's hand, and raised his other hand high, like a scissor hand above his head. Wenren Moran was still a little shy and just put his scissor hand next to his cheek. Behind them were Xu Zhongyan, who was grinning widely, Cheng Qunhao, Qi Zhengcheng, Chi Haoxuan, and Bai Shou, who was surrounded in the middle. It was really unexpected. There was no expression on Fan Yitian's face. He raised the photo into the sky: I was able to return to this base alive. Then I also became the leader. From now on, I will take over your place. I will throw away everything in your room. I don't care who has mysophobia. I want to throw away the Three Kingdoms Killer. How many people with no business can play with that thing? Are you not angry when you hear this? No one wants to stand up and hit me? There was silence for a long time. Fan Yitian still buried his head between his knees and trembled slightly. When he didn't speak, the air became completely silent. Forget it... Fan Yitian finally stood up and looked into the distance of the forest of tombstones. Beyond the tombstones, there are still tombstones.