Chapter 1145 - 380: Some Stories Cannot Be Forgotten

As for the finer details, Su Yue would have to visit the Research Institute himself to find out. Presumably, the Research Institute wouldn’t hide anything from him; after all, Su Yue was the pioneer of the first generation. However, bound by discipline, Du Jing’s Book didn’t go into too much detail.

At that moment, Wang Lu Feng and the others’ train was getting ready to depart, and ticket checking had already begun.

"Du Jing’s Book, I want to ask you a question," Su Yue asked before they left.

"Make it quick," Du Jing’s Book said, standing up. There was a line at the ticket gate, leaving them with just a few minutes.

"You’re a second-generation rich kid. Why are you so hell-bent on risking your life on the battlefield? You don’t have to worry about food or drink." Su Yue was full of doubts. This guy was a rich kid, purer than Gold. He should care very little about financial rewards.

"You call that a question?

"I risk my life on the battlefield to defend our country, of course.

"What other reason would I dare need to defend my country? My grandfather would break my legs if I didn’t.

"Without our country, there would be no Du Family. We just do it and that’s it. Cut the crap." Du Jing’s Book looked at Su Yue in astonishment. This bastard usually ran faster than a dog on the battlefield, terrified of missing out on even the slightest bit of merit, and loved nothing more than going head-to-head with Grandmasters. Why was he being so melodramatic today?

"Zhang Weiwei, what about you?

"Why do you risk your life in the Wet Realm?"

Through their earlier chat, Su Yue had also learned that Zhang Weiwei was a daredevil Third Lang on the battlefield. Every time he returned from the Wet Realm, he became a regular at the hospital. He had even just bragged about a few young nurses chasing after him.

"Him? He does it to climb the ranks and get rich!" Du Jing’s Book was quick to answer on his behalf.

"Bullshit!

"If I just wanted to get rich, I could make plenty of money sitting on the street applying screen protectors on phones. Apart from the city management officers, there’s absolutely no threat to my life.

"Those seeking wealth and rank should take another path; cowards who fear death shouldn’t enter this door. I, Zhang Weiwei, go to the battlefield because the inherited blood of the Divine Land’s six thousand years flows through my veins.

"Since I’ve chosen the path of Martial Arts, I’m absolutely not afraid of sacrifice!" Zhang Weiwei said, sounding a bit agitated.

"I was just joking. Among the Martial Artists who dare to step onto the battlefield, not a single one is afraid of death.

"Su Yue is a role model in this regard. This kid is known as the little expert at courting death!

"We’re leaving now. Treat me to a meal when you have time!" Before leaving, Du Jing’s Book threw an arm around Su Yue’s shoulders. Truth be told, after not seeing each other for so long, it felt rather endearing.

"I think there’s a flaw in your statement. You should be the one treating me to a meal. You’re the rich one!" Su Yue gave a wry smile. Why were all his friends so thick-skinned?

"Give me a break. Who doesn’t know that after the battle of Jing Niao City, the reward you received from the Military Department definitely exceeded eight hundred million?

"Let’s go, let’s go. I’m afraid I’ll get so jealous that I won’t be able to resist robbing the rich!"

Du Jing’s Book and Zhang Weiwei crossed the ticket gate.

Su Yue shook his head. He transitioned from his previous doubts about sacrifice into another set of doubts.

That’s right. The Divine Land actually didn’t owe him anything. After every war ended, the Divine Land would give him a massive reward, hitting the maximum limit every single time. Other people were putting their lives on the line too, and other people were making sacrifices. War after war, it was never his victory alone.

Was he really being a bit too melodramatic? Had he become somewhat obsessed all because of one Bai Zhiyong?

Su Yue licked his lips. He had originally wanted to use his rest time to find an answer for himself, but he hadn’t expected his thoughts to become even more chaotic.

Leaving the station, Su Yue planned to walk back to West Martial.

His phone was still left in his dorm room, and he had pretty much spent all the cash on him. The early morning sunlight was bright. The streets were bustling with people, including quite a few students. It turned out to be the weekend.

Su Yue chose a small path he didn’t frequently take, strolling leisurely in the direction of West Martial. In an alley with relatively narrow roads, he spotted a bookstore. At the entrance, a few students were reading books while licking ice creams. They were reading with great relish; it was hard to tell if the books were that fascinating or the ice cream was that sweet.

At first, Su Yue didn’t pay it much mind. There were libraries at every Wuda. Let alone a top-tier Wuda like West Martial, even a Category-B high martial arts school would have a library hundreds of times more luxurious than this one.

The bookstore’s doors were wide open, and Su Yue cast a few glances inside from the corner of his eye.

HUH?

There wasn’t a single book about Martial Arts. Nor were there any academic books on math, physics, or chemistry. They all seemed to be storybooks from the 21st century, along with some books that carried a strong sense of history. Things like the Four Great Classical Novels.

"Reading is free, but buy an ice cream. I have to pay rent!"

Su Yue had unconsciously walked inside. At this moment, the bespectacled owner spoke up. He was looking down at a book and didn’t even raise his head.

"Uh, my apologies!" Su Yue hurriedly placed all the cash he had on him into the collection box.

The owner still didn’t look up. The box was just sitting there; he wasn’t afraid of the money being stolen at all. Su Yue got the feeling that the owner had completely immersed himself in his book.

With no one paying attention to him, Su Yue scanned the bookshelves aimlessly. Eventually, he found a very old book with heavy signs of wear and tear. Finding a small stool, Su Yue began reading the stories inside.

Before he knew it, he had actually become captivated!

This book wasn’t actually a storybook; it recorded historical fragments, all of which were real historical events. It seemed to be from the early 20th century, a very dark period in the Divine Land’s history.

A few fragments struck a particularly deep chord with Su Yue.

On Wolf Teeth Mountain, there were five brave warriors. There was also the daring capture of Luding Bridge, Shangganling, the hero bombing the bunker, the call to "fire at my position," and so on...

There were many more deeds. Some were only described in a few brief strokes, yet the sacrifice and solemn tragedy in those stories unknowingly blurred Su Yue’s eyes with tears.

What kind of era was that, exactly?

There were no Martial Arts, only mere mortals of flesh and blood. Faced with vicious enemies dozens of times stronger than themselves, when the Divine Land was at its most perilous moment, the people of the Divine Land united as one. No one feared sacrifice. Relying on the simplest firearms, they ultimately secured one of the greatest victories in history.