Through the book, the queen of the end of the world rewrites the fate of cannon fodder

Fu Mo Ran was secretly summoned by the big boss, who had a very serious expression and a look of grief in his eyes. Fu Mo Ran stood there silently, waiting for the big boss to speak.

After a long time, the big boss spoke: "Fu Mo Ran, I'm giving your special power team a secret mission. Go to the Golden Triangle to bring back the remains of our martyrs and bury them secretly in the Martyrs Memorial Cemetery."

Fu Moyan was confused. The leader said leisurely, "Many years ago, L City, located in the Salween River Basin, was suddenly besieged by a large number of red guerrillas from the Golden Triangle Mountains. L City is about 70 kilometers away from the border of China. It controls the flat traffic intersection on the west bank of the Salween River. It is the gateway from the Golden Triangle Mountains to the central plains of the country and Southeast Asian countries. It has a solid group of bunkers, firepower positions and fortifications, and its strategic position is very important. The city's garrison is a reinforced regiment of the government army, and there is another local tribal armed force to assist in the defense. If necessary, it can also get support from air force aircraft and the Northern Field Division stationed more than 100 kilometers away, so L City can be called an iron wall.

But that night, the government army was suddenly attacked by artillery fire. The artillery fire came from many directions outside the city. The whistling shells hit the defenders' barracks, fortifications and fire positions. The deafening explosions and huge flames tore through the thick curtain and silence of the night, overturned houses, collapsed fortifications, and blew some government soldiers who were still asleep into the sky. Those who were lucky enough to survive crawled into the trenches and picked up their guns to fight back against the hateful attackers.

After the artillery fire, the attackers appeared.

Thousands of red guerrillas emerged from the foggy river valleys, banana trees and bamboo forests. The government troops saw that the guerrillas in the firelight had camouflage circles on their heads and their bodies were wet, like water monsters, tree spirits and stone monsters in countless myths and legends. They leaped forward swiftly - not crawling forward at all, but flying close to the ground. Although the government troops' counterattack was very fierce, they remained fearless, carrying explosive packs and blasting tubes, and launched a fierce attack on the castle guarded by the government troops.

This unprecedentedly fierce battle lasted for a day and a night.

If a mobile force of the government army had not arrived unexpectedly ahead of time, the precarious defense line of City L might have been lost. This reinforcement force, riding on tanks and armored personnel carriers, arrived at the city in the evening when the day was about to end and the sunset was blazing. Under the cover of armed helicopters and fighter jets, they launched an unexpected attack on the guerrillas' flank, thus relieving the defenders in the city.

The guerrillas were unwilling to see the victory they had won go to waste, so they sent out the brave and combat-savvy "educated youth brigade" to launch a last-ditch attack under the cover of night. However, the enemy had received strong reinforcements, and they used countless bullets and shells to build a thick, high, impenetrable wall, thus completely blocking the attackers' hope of victory.

The siege failed, the guerrillas suffered heavy losses, and the commander was forced to order a retreat, so these brave and fearless red guerrillas evacuated the battlefield as quickly as they launched the attack. They rolled up the scarred and incomplete battle flags, carried their wounded comrades and quickly disappeared into the dark river valleys and mountains.

The battlefield, which had been raging with artillery fire, finally became silent. Apart from the thick, pungent smoke and the crackling burning trees and houses, the ground was devastated with shocking craters and broken walls, as well as many bodies of the fallen that had not yet been buried.

At dawn, the morning glow rose, and the golden sunlight began to dispel the darkness, gradually illuminating the stiff and unconscious bodies of the victims. When the government army was cleaning up the battlefield, they suddenly saw that there were hundreds of bodies left behind! Careful officers discovered that most of these guerrillas were not locals, because their skin was whiter and more delicate, unlike the dark and rough skin of the local mountain people in the Golden Triangle. Their facial features were not the high eyebrows, sunken eyes, and flat noses of the Shan, Burmese or Kachin people, but were clearly Chinese across the border.

They all looked very young, only about sixteen or seventeen years old, with their Adam's apples just beginning to show and hairy beards not having had time to grow on their lips. They did not look like they had just experienced a bloody battle on a brutal battlefield, but rather like they had played too much on the way home from school and fell asleep quietly.

On a young soldier who died in the war, the officer found an incomplete red cloth armband with the three Chinese characters "Hua Weibing" identifiable on it.

The officer was overjoyed and immediately reported this important discovery to his superiors. Later, he sent a note to the other side of the border through diplomatic channels. However, the Chinese side sternly replied that China had no troops outside the country and had never sent a single soldier out of the country. The Chinese government did not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries and fully respected the sovereignty of all countries.

The nameless dead turned into soil and sank into the river of history. Later, on the battlefield outside the city of L, an unknown small red flower bloomed enthusiastically, as bright as clouds. The locals called it "Ah Nami-Mo". Translated into Chinese, it means "Chinese blood".

What I described above is a reporter’s diary!

This matter has always been a stone weighing on my heart. The situation at that time was quite special. Recently, I got the diary of that reporter, and my heart was bleeding! After saying that, he handed the diary to Fu Mo Ran. After reading it, Fu Mo Ran was also very sad. The battlefield scenes recorded in it were really too tragic.

The leader continued, "I have always wanted to bring our children back! So, I have been sending people to search secretly. Some time ago, we received a secret letter and found the burial place of those children's bones. I want to take them home. One day, I want the people to remember them forever."

Fu Mo Ran saluted solemnly and said, "Please leave this glorious mission to me!"

The big boss patted Fu Moyan on the shoulder and said, "I'm very sorry that I always ask you to do these nameless things. I can't give you any commendations or subsidies."

Fu Mo Ran said: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity. It is my honor to take them home."

The big boss said, "On their behalf, I want to thank you for your hard work. This is the information of the contact person there. From now on, it all depends on you!" He handed over a piece of information and continued, "You know, this is a secret mission. If something goes wrong..."

Fu Moyan said: "This is not a matter of national nature. I want to go on my own. If anything goes wrong, I will bear the responsibility myself."

The big boss lowered his head in shame: "Sorry, and thank you!"

Fu Mo Ran saluted and turned away. His duty as a soldier made it impossible for him to refuse the mission, but as a husband and father, he hesitated.