The Rusted Kitchen Knife
"The number of online viewers has reached 70 million, and the number of offline viewers has also exceeded 50 million.”
"However, the audience is a little emotional.”
The 9th MR,
The data specialist reported the latest data in a heavy tone.
This was undoubtedly the highest viewership figure for a show in history. There had never been a show that could attract so many people to watch in such a short period of time.
However, this record did not make anyone happy, because the memory on the screen was too heavy.
Countless viewers and netizens were already furious on the Internet.
If it was an ordinary movie, it would definitely not achieve such an effect.
But this wasn't a movie. This was a real memory!
Although the audience in front of the TV didn't know, the more real it was, the easier it was to resonate with emotions.
That was why they felt so terrible when they saw Zhang Mufeng crying silently after Yanzi died.
The atmosphere in the room of the 9th MR was extremely heavy. No one said anything as they looked at the girl who had her face buried in the ground.
After a while, one of the War Studies scholars said,
"Sigh! There are actually many tragedies like this."
"It's indeed hard for a teenager to experience all these things. However, Comrade Zhang Mufeng will probably demand revenge from the enemy in the future!”
As soon as he finished speaking, He Tianzhu glared at him with bloodshot eyes and sneered.
"In the future?"
"Future my ass!"
"You don't understand our Guild Leader. There is no overnight revenge with our Guild Leader.”
"Although I've never heard the regiment commander talk about this, if you don't believe me, just look. Even at his age, the regiment commander would definitely kill those enemies!”
He Tianzhu's words stunned everyone, except for the veterans of the other eight independent regiments.
The war researcher said in disbelief,
"But he is still a teenager. Those enemy troops should be a patrol team made up of at least a dozen adults.”
"Does he really dare to chase after us?"
He Tianzhu looked at the war researcher expressionlessly and spat.
"Go to hell!"
“........”
The War Research Scholar was stunned.
Why are you scolding people for no reason?
The old general, who was sitting at the head of the table, was also a little helpless. He smiled bitterly and shouted,
"Old He. Don't be angry!"
He Tianzhu snorted coldly,
"You're saying that Guild Leader is afraid of death! This was the greatest insult to him!”
"Forget it this time. If you dare to say that again, don't blame me for spitting on your face!”
The researchers on the side of the War Research Scholars all had bitter smiles on their faces. This veteran had a bad temper…
Moreover, their regiment commander was like a god in their hearts!
However, would a teenager really dare to take revenge on a small team of enemies?
With great confusion, everyone looked at the screen.
On the screen, there was a new grave.
In the short span of a day, this was already the third grave built by the third youth.
Zhang Mufeng sat quietly in front of the small grave,
He expressionlessly finished the blood-stained bread piece by piece.
For some reason, it seemed that this young man was undergoing a transformation.
It was a change that he did not know if it was good or bad.
He Tianzhu looked at the familiar young face, then at the frozen face on the other side of the glass.
He muttered listlessly.
"I understand. From this moment on, Guild Leader has no family left in this world.”
"It was also from this moment that Guild Leader truly began to change. He became a person without any worries, so he also became a fearless person.”
"He isn't even afraid of death. How can a person who has nothing be afraid of death?”
It was only at this moment that He Tianzhu finally understood why his regiment commander would often say that when he was in the Independent Regiment.
"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of you.”
.......
The scorching sun scorched the parched earth.
On an uneven path, Zhang Mufeng was running like a mad dog.
Following the traces left behind, he knew that the small group of enemies was right in front of this road.
He had been following her for a day and a night.
Last night, when the small team of more than ten people was resting, he was hiding in the grass at the side.
However, this was a small team of armed Japanese with more than a dozen adults. He could not just charge forward and die.
He could only wait like a wild dog with hatred.
"Seeing him really chasing after the enemy, I was a little happy, but also unhappy!”
"He's so thin and only has a rusty kitchen knife. Is he really not afraid of death?”
"You must be fine! Don't die!"
The comments were filled with people who were worried about Zhang Mufeng.
However, Zhang Mufeng naturally couldn't see this a few decades ago.
In the darkness, he tried his best to hide in a small pit and stared at the temporary tent.
Until a Japanese came out of the tent and peed less than a meter away from him.
whoosh
The stinky liquid splashed beside him.
The Japanese man with a turtle beard seemed to enjoy the feeling of throwing water. He could not help but shiver.
However, the next moment, he suddenly realized that a ferocious youth had appeared in front of him.
The young man's eyes were bloodshot!
"Woo!"
He subconsciously wanted to take out his gun and say,
However, he was knocked to the ground by Zhang Mufeng, and his throat was cut by a rusty kitchen knife.
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