The dozen or so soldiers hiding in the village to recover from their injuries quickly hid in the Village chief's cellar under the cover of the villagers.
Among the soldiers were both men and women. They had originally planned to meet their comrades at a predetermined location, but they hadn't expected the city to fall so quickly.
Forced to leave, they were ambushed during their retreat. Half of their squad suffered casualties, leaving them no choice but to temporarily seek refuge in the villagers' homes to recover.
At that moment, outside the village.
The enemy commander stood at the village entrance, shouting, "I've heard that you're harboring militia! If you come clean, we'll spare your lives!"
"No, we wouldn't dare. Sir, all our villagers are here..."
"What a beautiful young lady... She's quite a catch. Take her!"
"Ah! Father! No..."
"You have an old saying: 'The wise adapt to circumstances.' Since you won't hand them over, there's no use keeping this village..."
In the cellar.
More than a dozen people huddled together, not daring to breathe.
Gu Sang was the least injured among them.
She held her breath and slowly put her ear to the cellar entrance. The muffled conversation between the enemy and the villagers faintly reached the cellar.
Watching this scene, the ancient people viewing the live broadcast unconsciously slowed their breathing, their hearts in their throats for Gu Sang, fearing she might be discovered by the commander outside.
In the great hall.
Pei Changying gripped the carved decorations on the dragon throne tightly. Although he knew it was just acting, the atmosphere made him feel as if he were really there.
He murmured in a deep, emotional voice, "Sang Sang, don't get too close to listen. You'll be discovered."
"Sang Sang, how can these people be so crude? Why do they speak so strangely? They don't sound like they're from the Central Plains."
"Shut up, be quiet," Gu Sang snapped impatiently.
Of course, the people from the future couldn't hear this exchange.
They only saw Gu Sang's eyes glaze over for a second.
Then, Gu Sang tiptoed back to her comrades.
With a grave expression, Gu Sang said, "Those enemies are real bastards. I heard them say they've captured all the villagers and are preparing to burn down the village."
"And... I heard them mention young ladies..."
She hadn't heard clearly, but those two words were enough to convey the meaning.
Those soulless beasts were pillaging, killing, and committing all manner of atrocities!
They didn't treat people as human beings at all!
"You stay here. I'll go out and take the opportunity to shoot them. We can't let the villagers shield us," Gu Sang said, loading her gun with a look of determination.
The soldiers and the nurse all wore expressions of grim resolve as they said, "Deputy squad leader, I'm going out too. We might as well fight these beasts to the death."
"That's right, our duty is to protect every civilian and fight to the last moment! If these villagers die to save us, we'll have failed our uniforms and our organization."
"A real man fears not death. We swear to kill every last one of these beasts!"
None of the dozen or so people hesitated. They drew their guns with passionate fervor and, under Gu Sang's command, opened the cellar and split up to take action.
This scene.
It made all the ancient people's hearts race!
They've rushed out!
It's over, it's over!
Why are they so foolish? Hiding in the villagers' homes was so safe. With so many enemies, aren't they just rushing to their deaths?
"Bang!"
Gu Sang's first shot hit the beast who was about to violate a woman.
Behind her, several more shots rang out, each finding its mark in the enemy.
The enemies shouted words the onlookers couldn't understand while spraying machine gun fire.
"Bang bang bang..."
On Gu Sang's side, a man immediately fell, wounded.
At that moment.
The ancient people watching the live broadcast witnessed the simple villagers, as if gone mad, shielding Gu Sang and the soldiers.
The Village chief urgently called for them to flee: "Quick, run! Don't worry about us."
"Fellow villagers, protect these soldiers!"
But in the next second.
A bullet rang out with a loud bang, and the Village chief fell heavily, his eyes wide open.
Yet the Village chief still opened his mouth, looking at Gu Sang and shouting, "Run... quick... run..."
"Village chief!"
The soldiers' eyes instantly reddened, but they didn't shed tears. They gritted their teeth, wearing expressions of desperate resolve as they battled the enemy.
"Ah!!! We'll fight to the death with you!"
The villagers had no weapons, so they grabbed hoes, stools, carrying poles, winnowing baskets – anything they could use to fight – and threw themselves at the enemy.
"Hahaha! I've killed two of these beasts today. It was worth it!" The man who had been laughing wildly a moment ago was now lying face-up in a pool of blood the next second.
The skirmish ended quickly; villagers armed with farm tools were no match for the well-equipped enemy.
This scene, which could only be described as a massacre, deeply shocked the ancient people.
Those people speaking a language not from the Central Plains were too vicious!
How could they be so cruel?
Boom!!
The ground was littered with corpses, people who died with their eyes open.
The entire village was burned to ashes in one fell swoop.
Gu Sang lay among the bodies, her face covered in blood. Her fingers twitched, and blood seeped from her arm.
However.
As soon as her fingertips moved, she was discovered.
"There's still a young lady alive! She's one of the militia! Quick, take her back." The female Deputy squad leader played by Gu Sang was dragged away by the enemy.
Behind them, the once peaceful and quiet village was now engulfed in flames.
"Cut!"
"Very good, everyone. Let's break for lunch. We'll continue filming this afternoon."
As this scene came to an end, the actors from the future quickly broke character and quietly lined up to get their boxed lunches.
Only the ancient people remained lost in the scenes they had just witnessed, unable to snap out of it.
Some of the ancient people were crying uncontrollably, while others were sobbing silently.
Seeing the villagers and the Village chief, who had just been lying in pools of blood with looks of desperate resolve, now happily picking up their boxed lunches and eating, the ancient civilians were overwhelmed with mixed emotions – confusion, anger, and reproach surged forth!
An ancient person shouted, "Goddess, why are you filming such things? Your future world is so beautiful, why do you need to film such cruel wars?"
"You future people don't know how good you have it. By filming such scenes, are you actually nostalgic for these times of suffering?"
"Such a brutal and bloody scene - if children were to see this, it would surely traumatize them."
"We're talking about history here. This must have happened many years ago, right? Can't people just look to the future? Scenes like this are so uncomfortable to watch. They disturb the peace!"
Gu Sang was eating his boxed lunch, overhearing some of the ancients' disapproving chatter. It was just like those internet keyboard warriors, endlessly criticizing with their incessant blabber.
Gu Sang thought to himself: They're ignorant. It's not worth stooping to their level.
Well, alright then.
Swallow your anger now, get a heart attack later. Take a step back today, develop breast hyperplasia tomorrow!
