Everyone else has traveled through time and space and been reborn, but I, the native cannon fodder

November 1981, 11, the 23th day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar. On this day, it is suitable for: offering sacrifices, canceling services, destroying houses, destroying walls, seeking medical treatment, and not doing anything else; avoid: getting married, and being buried.

It was already winter, and even at its highest temperature, it was only [-] to [-] degrees Celsius. Coupled with the howling cold wind, it was even more uncomfortable.

Ordinary people find life extremely difficult in such weather, and it is even more difficult for Mo Erya and the others who are still at the border.

Although everyone was given military coats and boots, when the cold wind blew, the weather was bad, and it snowed, the situation became even more difficult. Many people even had chilblains on their hands, feet, and faces. But no one had a single complaint, whether they were going to the battlefield or continuing to fight, there was no one complaint.

Everyone sticks to the boundary and refuses to take a step back.

It has been almost two years since the battle began in 1979. Even though we have won numerous battles, large and small, we have lost a lot. Hundreds of thousands of martyrs have left their souls scattered across this land.

Especially in the first year of the campaign, the battle losses were the most serious.

"The old man has been collecting all kinds of old objects for a long time..."

Wu Meiyao looked at the light snow falling in the sky, and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to catch some. Her hands were immediately red from the cold, but her face had an extremely serious and sad look.

"He made an appointment with many old friends who he met back then who are still alive today, and together they used those old spiritual objects to set up a magic circle. Together they fasted, bathed and chanted mantras for seventy-seven and 49 days to pray for all the military souls on the border fronts. Chanting sutras, I hope their souls can rest in peace."

"When the battle is over and the border is unblocked, they will go back to the border and perform another ceremony."

Taoist priests retired to the mountains during the prosperous times, and came down the mountains to save the world in troubled times. After the battle decades ago, Taoism withered. Now that it has been inherited and has real skills, there are not many people still alive in the world.

Taoism is different from other arts. It has always been about talent and inheritance. If there is no one to teach you, even if you only have books and codes, you may not be able to gain anything.

Wu Meiyao was lucky enough to be taught by the old man since she was a child, and she learned a lot of real skills. But the more she learned, the more she saw, and the more she knew, the heavier her heart became.

The road is long and blocked.

"...If I had known earlier, we should have done our part."

Mo Erya was a little annoyed. She had saved a box full of money. If she had known that the old man had collected these things for this purpose, she would have donated all her money without hesitation.

"Beautiful waist, master, do you still need money now? I have it here and you can get it at any time."

Both Mo Erya and Qiong Niang were extremely supportive of this matter.

Wu Meiyao shook his head, "Master and the others have prepared all the necessary items. Please don't touch your small treasury. If you need it again in the future..."

At this point, Wu Mei pursed her lips, did not continue, and directly changed the topic, "It's been three days since Master and the others started. I hope everything goes well for them."

If she were still here, she would definitely accompany Master in reciting the Requiem Sutra.

Having experienced the battlefield, I know the cruelty of the battlefield. We are all flesh and blood, and there is a family behind us. We are other people's sons and daughters, other people's wives and husbands, and the hope of a family.

Whether it's Mo Erya, Qiong Niang or Wu Meiyao, they have seen too many hopes destroyed in their nearly two years of battlefield career. This topic is really too heavy, and even when it is mentioned, it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Master and the others are righteous people."

Mo Erya's face was also heavy, and her heart was heavy.

"...I hope we can all return to our hometown safely in the future."

"Yes, we all will."

"Not only us, but everyone will return to their hometown safely."

The three of them all know that war means casualties, and no one can guarantee that they will be able to come back alive.

"When can we live a stable life?"

Mo Erya also imitated Wu Meiyao and reached out to catch the falling snow. As soon as the snow fell on her hand, it turned into water and her hands were a little cold.

"Everyone's life has been better in the past two years. Not only can we provide food and clothing, but now every household has surplus food and money. Life... will definitely get better and better."