Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 118

For people in peaceful times, war is the most destructive horror story. It doesn't pick its victims, one at a time. It's true that you are wrong. If you happen to be there, you are wrong.

It is self-cleansing and destruction within humanity. The holes left by explosive mushrooms take a long time to repair, and the same goes for war.

A war consumes countless manpower and material resources, and all economic and national strength declines. Forget it if it is a just war of counterattack, because there is really no reason to be forgiven for a war started by greed.

Qingchuan has never understood why someone instigated a war in peaceful times.

I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times.

Especially for certain interests and a little money to stir up national sentiments, it is ignorant and shameless. Do they think they can escape abroad? Are there any eggs under the overturned nest?

Those ignorant radicals who have been repeating three years of school should really be allowed to come and see what the real war is about.

It is the crazy violent suppression that does not listen to any of your sophistry, it is the edge of death that is always lingering, it is the humble desire to survive every day, and it is the suffering of a nation and a country.

He saw a woman holding a child in her arms, rolling and crawling on the corpse in panic, her expression was ferocious and desperate, but she was still holding the child tightly, with shrapnel behind her. Qingchuan wanted to stretch out his hand, but encountered a transparent barrier.

"It's useless, the game hasn't started yet."

Qingchuan turned around and saw a girl with a ponytail, black hair and eyes.

"Ah Qing, hello from China."

"Hello, Midnight, Chinese." The girl smiled at Qingchuan.

There were still some people standing at the scene, not in the mood to pay attention to others, and they all looked at the tragic situation outside in silence. No one can remain indifferent in the face of war. Even those who are stubborn and stubborn will feel the same when faced with reality.

"This is... war."

A boy with a killer figure let out a long sigh. He smiled at Qingchuan and the two of them, "Hello, I am Kashiwa Muling, from Japan."

At this time, the situation suddenly changed. Many sharp warheads were projected from nowhere, like a meteor shower pouring down, directly blowing up the densely packed aircraft in the sky into fireworks.

The mother and daughter who escaped were sitting on the ground, hugging each other tightly, their faces turned black because of the dust, their eyes like bright stars, and they stared at the sky.

He stared blankly at the luxurious fireworks exploding in front of him.

Is the war about to end?

"Okay!" A big man couldn't help shouting, his hands clenched into fists.

The scene outside changed again, and it was in a very chaotic house. This house should have been very warm, with all kinds of decorations that make people smile, and some embellishments full of childlike innocence. But now it is in a messy and dilapidated state, as if it had just experienced smashing, looting and burning.

The two groups were fighting, both looking heavily armed, holding hot weapons in their hands, cold and professional.

"This doesn't look like an escape game. Escape games don't change scenes," one person speculated.