Chapter 86

Its frontal armor is as thick as that of the Churchill tank, but unlike the Churchill, it lacks the shortcomings of slow speed and rough ride. Additionally, it is equipped with a large-caliber gun and an advanced fire control system, granting it exceptional firing accuracy—it can be said to be the most advanced tank Britain currently possesses.

If the United Nations forces can disregard the treaty and cross the 38th parallel, why should our army be required to obey the treaty and stop at the same line? Politically, our forces must cross the 38th parallel, even if it is only by a single step.

A Luo no longer came to whisper to her, but she knew both A Luo and Wei Wulei would not give up so easily.

He understood his son's temperament well—having suffered such a loss, his son would certainly retaliate. Afterward, his son's disappearance only further pointed to Zhao Wujie as the culprit. No, not just suspicion—Gabul could almost be certain that Zhao Wujie was the murderer.

Every glance, every gesture, she could feel it clearly—he could not live without her.

“I should have noticed it much earlier. Even someone as lowly as me couldn’t bear such hardship—how could the young master’s body endure it? When he fell off the cliff, he injured his chest, but he never said a word. All along the way, he still held and supported me…” Yanqiu’s lips trembled as she spoke slowly.

Knowing that continuing the argument would be fruitless, Shen Guixi hesitated for a moment, finally glared fiercely at Zhu Yi, then turned to lead her attendants away.

Afterwards, water is sprinkled over the grave as a farewell, and a wooden plaque is placed at the edge, marked with the number of the dead. This plaque may be crushed by a passing tank or blown away by a shell tomorrow, and the heroes buried here will be forgotten forever.

As for why she was willing to let him lean on her, whether it was out of genuine feeling, that was not the most important thing.

“All right, let’s leave this place!” Adelaide urged, her gaze falling on Zhao Wujie, who today wore a fitted combat suit that made his figure appear even more imposing.

Li Yunfei displayed his own creation—the Grand Dao Formation—like a golden ocean, drifting everywhere for the supreme immortals to comprehend. He was also recording the rules of the Dao they demonstrated.

Zhemu did not feed Muse, concerned that he and Ling might feed the cat twice without knowing, so he decided from then on to leave all feeding to Ling. If a cat overeats, it can be troublesome.

Just as Eos was sneakily eating, Li Yunfei suddenly opened his eyes, a demonic crimson light shining in them. Eos was so terrified he froze, trembling as he stared at Li Yunfei.

Yet Zhemu was speechless at Chitanda’s stubborn refusal to let him see the photos—he’d taken them himself! He’d even seen her real-life portraits; why be embarrassed about mere photos?

“There are six levels in the Advance Fortress, and it’s enormous inside—do we have to search one floor at a time?” Frankley asked, eyes wide.

Zhang Peiyu, trained in Beijing opera, had a natural advantage in singing this song. The change in tone was easy for her, especially her grasp of the Beijing style and rhythm, which ordinary singers could not match. Even Guo Dalu himself, if he sang the song, might not do any better than his apprentice.

In a bustling part of the city, there was even a barter market, and she found all kinds of strange materials for refining artifacts and pills, and even discovered a crystal imbued with flickering rules.

Is this life to be just like this? Ye Li asked himself—coming unlooked-for, leaving unmissed—can one really be content?

When Ling first came to Zhemu’s home, she always avoided him, leaving him quite depressed. Even with Zhemu’s powerful, friendly supply Hui forcing Ling and Zhemu to play together, it took nearly a year for Ling to communicate normally with Zhemu.

A bit-part actor twisted his face in a snarl, pressing a dagger to Liu Feiye’s neck. Blood welled from her jade throat, showing just how convincingly he played his role.

“All right, I apologize!” Su Huaijun stood up without resistance, head bowed as he recounted every misdeed he had committed against Lin Ran.

The towering stone Buddha slowly toppled. Cihang flashed to the door, and when she sensed Mu Yi could no longer escape, she spoke a warning, feeling smug—it seemed she was about to bid farewell to the white-haired man.

There’s a song called “I Love You, But You Love Her”—this must be a true reflection of such a situation.

Suddenly, from a cave on the cliff, a red shadow darted out and lunged at Chen Xi’s outstretched hand. Chen Xi quickly withdrew her hand and looked closely—it was a large red snake as thick as her arm.

Especially this time—Luo Yang was injured, and her husband Zheng Siyuan did not appear at all.

Now, with Feng Heng absent, Xiao Huan’er felt completely lost. She shook him for a long time, but he remained unconscious. As she worried, Qian Qian came over; the two flustered girls finally had no choice but to carry him back to their lodgings.

“Yan Sui, where are you?” Su Ran accelerated her car, turned on the Bluetooth, and dialed Yan Sui’s number.

Most importantly, the cause of all this was that Li Lun owed money—they were in the right.

“I like Yan Sui—no, I love Yan Sui! No one in this world could love him more than I do!” Chen Manli, seeing Su Ran’s leaving silhouette, shouted these words from the depths of her heart for the first time.

I stared at the man before me, outstanding in every way, yet the heart beneath his suit and shirt grew ever more unfathomable.

Years ago, over a bowl of wontons, Ciyun put rat poison in my bowl. That time, my parents locked me in to eat wontons—I had craved them for ages, but the soup had angelica root, and Ciyun was allergic to angelica.