Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

On the front lines in Shu (Sichuan).

Once again, the enemy blocked the civilians in front of them and shouted loudly through loudspeakers.

"Open your eyes wide and look! Doesn't this old lady look like your mother? Doesn't this baby remind you of the baby your wife held in her arms the year you left home?!"

The people's faces were gaunt and their eyes filled with despair.

They walk forward like marionettes, and if they slow down, they get whipped.

The baby's cries mingled with the smoke of gunpowder, sounding utterly mournful.

Lu Xize stood to one side of the artillery vehicle and shouted, "Soldiers from Sichuan! Everyone, bring two extra platoons of ammunition!"

His gaze was unwavering, filled with absolute confidence in victory.

Each word was like a nail, firmly anchoring everyone's determination to avenge their loved ones.

"Only after you've conquered this mountain will you have the face to go back and face your parents!"

The mountain wind carried his voice far away.

The gunner clenched his teeth, tears welling in his eyes; the sniper in ambush aimed at the enemy's head; and the assault infantryman in camouflage wiped away his tears.

"Listen up, you guys over there," Lu Xize said. "Every single one of those people you tied up, I've put on my list. If you release them alive within ten seconds, I'll leave you with a complete corpse; otherwise—"

He raised his hand, pulled the gun from his waist, and pointed it upwards.

"Leave no one alive on this mountain today!"

As the final verdict was pronounced, he began the countdown:

"nineteen--"

At first, the enemy was fearless, but the sound of bullets being loaded and the orderly filling of the artillery pieces threw their morale into disarray.

The ten numbers are finished.

With a "bang!", Lu Xize pulled the trigger, his face cold and expressionless.

The officer who had been shouting from the high ground had a bloody hole between his eyebrows and rolled down the rocks.

The artillery battalion commander gave the order: "Fire!!"

Shells rained down like mushrooms after rain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

As flames soared into the sky, the last vestige of concern in my heart vanished like smoke.

The soldiers had no way to retreat.

The roars and shouts of battle drowned out the cannon fire, a vast and endless surging tide.

To prevent loved ones from dying unjustly, and to ensure that future generations are no longer humiliated.

They only have one path forward left: the inevitable victory.

In less than an hour.

The enemy's outer city fell.

Tens of thousands of soldiers surrounded the enemy's last military stronghold.

The supposedly heavily guarded core area had been ravaged by artillery fire, with thick smoke billowing out from four or five openings.

Now that the team's morale is at its peak, taking down the enemy leader in one fell swoop is a matter of no retreat.

But Zhang Wanggui, the head of the Zhang family, stood alone on the city wall.

Its imposing presence is enough to defeat a thousand men.

Not only did he show no fear, but he was also quite manic.

This made the soldiers hesitant to attack the city rashly, fearing they might fall into an ambush.

Zhang Wanggui's gaze swept downwards until a tall, imposing figure came into view, at which point he burst into laughter.

The sound was torn apart by the wind, becoming intermittent:

"Young Marshal Lu, hahaha!! I've been waiting for you like the stars and the moon! As the commander-in-chief, you walk at the back while sending your men to charge into battle. How can you be such a coward?!"

Lu Xize smiled nonchalantly: "I can't compare to Commander Zhang, who uses the people as human shields and still can't resist spouting nonsense even when facing death."

The mere mention of this incident ignited a burning desire for revenge in everyone.

Zhang Wanggui laughed loudly again, "Young Marshal Lu's mouth is still as venomous as ever, but what do I, a dying man, have to fear? I'm only afraid that I won't drag enough people down with me!!"

"Lu Xize, do you recognize this?"

He pulled something out of his military transfer pocket and raised it high.

It is a woman's embroidered shoe.

The light blue satin is embroidered with a few elegant orchids.

Lu Xize's calm expression froze.

He stared at the shoes, his calm and resolute face cracking open with a sudden, sharp break.

Those were Xia Yangyang's shoes; he recognized them.

But she should be safely at the Lincheng Command Headquarters right now, how could she possibly be here?

If anything unexpected had happened, the people of Lincheng should have notified him immediately. How could this be—

Zhang Wanggui's voice boomed down from above: "Hahahaha, how about it, Lu Xize? Are you satisfied with what you saw? Let me tell you, your wife, whom you hid in Lincheng, is now in my hands! If you don't want her to die, you'd better withdraw your troops!"

"Retreat north of the Yuan River! Give back Jiecheng, Lincheng, and all the territory we've conquered in the past six months!"

A sudden, deathly silence fell over the city.

The only sound was the fluttering of the flags in the wind, and in an instant, countless eyes were focused on Lu Xize.

The battalion commander lowered his voice and said, "Is that really your sister-in-law's? Young Marshal, be careful, it might be a trap."

Lu Xize stood still, his jawline taut, not moving an inch.

Immediately afterwards, something else was thrown down from the top of the city wall.

A soldier picked it up.

Lu Xize quickly tore it open, and what he saw was a blood-stained blue cloth dress.

At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhang Wanggui, hands on hips, exuded a carefree and leisurely air, as if strolling in a garden: "Lu Xize, you gave me ten numbers, so I won't be outdone. How about I give you ten numbers too!"

"nineteen--!"

Seeing the young marshal's expression, the battalion commander panicked: "Young marshal! Even if it really is your sister-in-law, we can't back down!"

"We fought our way here with great difficulty! Every one of us carried the lives of our wives and children on our backs! If we retreat, all our efforts will be in vain! If we retreat, the blood of our brothers will have been shed in vain!"

Lu Xize held the dress in his arms, as if it were a priceless treasure.

He opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, and squeezed out the words from his clenched back teeth:

"I didn't say I wanted a refund."

As they counted to "five," there was still no response from the other side.

Zhang Wanggui chuckled even more, as if suddenly realizing something, and slapped his forehead: "Oh dear, I was so focused on showing you the things that I forgot to show you the goods."

"That's true. If your wife gets tortured to death, then this deal won't be worth it."

After saying that, he waved to the person behind him.

A woman in a white shirt, struggling and bound by thick ropes, was pushed onto the city wall.

Zhang Wanggui deliberately dressed her in white.

So that every bleeding wound on her body could be clearly seen.

This would undoubtedly be the most agonizing way to torment Lu Xize's heart.

The more Lu Xize suffered and struggled, the more pleasure and satisfaction he felt, and the more he felt he had gotten his revenge.

Zhang Wanggui knew that Lu Xize had reached a point where there was no way to retreat. Even if he ordered a withdrawal, the soldiers would never back down.

Not to mention that they gave back all the major provinces they had just recovered.

Wasn't it he who just gave the order for them to kill their own family members?

Other relatives can die, but your wife and children can't?

Lu Xize, aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of the soldiers and civilians? How can you face the brothers who died in battle?

Zhang Wanggui knew he wouldn't survive, but before he died, he saw Lu Xize with such a wonderful expression. How could he not have turned the tables on him?

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he burst into laughter, his sarcastic remarks coming one after another:

"Isn't this woman your wife?"

"You can't even protect your own woman, what kind of man are you, Lu Xize?"

"You want to swallow my territory?! Pah!"

"He's the worst kind of coward! The scum of the dog world!"

The soldiers who came with such high spirits are now being insulted by the enemy and not uttering a single word in response. What a disgrace!

Just as he was getting more and more into cursing, the woman beside him suddenly broke free of her restraints and kicked him hard in the back of the knee.

Zhang Wanggui collapsed suddenly, his cursing abruptly ceasing.

Lu Xize's pupils contracted.

Immediately afterwards, that petite figure rushed to the edge of the city wall.

She ripped the gag from her mouth: "Lu Xize!! Attack the city! Don't let me look down on you!!!"

The moment their eyes met.

Lu Xize felt as if his heart had been crushed by a hand.

Her cheekbones were covered in large bruises, her mouth was cut, and blood was flowing down her chin.

But his bright eyes were tinged with fire.

Inside, the thrill of killing enemies burned fiercely.

Better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile.

Like everyone else, she longed for today's victory, for her deceased parents in the Xia family, and for all the servants, brothers, and sisters who perished without exception.

Zhang Wanggui got up from the ground and grabbed her in a fit of rage.

He grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her hair, and slammed her head against the wall.

"You bitch, you dare kick me? I'll beat you to death!"

Blood was gushing from her forehead.

Lu Xize's eyes were bloodshot.

With a formidable enemy at hand, no one is exempt from sacrifice!

You! Me! Everyone!

A voice pierced through the lungs, tearing apart the boundless wind: "Attack the city!!!"

Like an explosive that has been compressed to its limit and then detonated.

The soldiers rushed out, surging towards the city wall like a tide, from the trenches and from behind the bunkers.

Mortar shells, trailing sharp whistles, blasted the city into ruins, with flames spewing from countless firing ports.

No one hesitated.

Because there was no turning back in this battle.

Lu Xize personally twisted off Zhang Wanggui's head.

They stormed up the tallest tower of cause and effect, pulled down the old party's flag, and planted a new liberation flag.

This final siege battle to suppress the bandits lasted for a full three hours.

All the Zhang and Li traitors and remnants of the previous dynasty were swept away.

The news of victory spread like a spring breeze across the five southern provinces.

……

While everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, a hunched figure knelt before a pile of broken bricks and stones.

The original city wall was destroyed.

He tirelessly moved aside stone bricks, following a strip of white silk stained with blood.

Even though my fingers and palms were covered in blisters.

Physical pain can actually alleviate the emptiness in his heart.

Xia Yangyang... how could she die? Didn't she just accept his marriage proposal?

Everything he did, how he willingly let go of his stubbornness and became better, was because of her in his future...

They also have Kang Ning, such a cute little Kang Ning, how is he going to explain this to her?

He was about to have a family, and he had worked so hard for it, so why couldn't God treat him even a little bit kindly?

Heaven has already taken her away from him once, and that time he suffered terribly. He cannot lose her a second time.

He's going mad.

In the vast expanse of time, how will he spend the rest of his life alone?

He followed the white silk down, searching until he reached the end, but found no corpse.

Only increasingly red bloodstains seeped onto it.

Lu Xize, clutching a handful of blood-stained white silk, roared and slammed his fist heavily into a rock, the wound so deep it exposed bone.

He bent over and lay prone on the ground, his forehead pressed against the broken bricks.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

Can we really get through this? Are we really okay?

She had just married into the Lu family alone, and her father and brothers were all executed. Was it really alright?

Is it really okay to be forced to fire a gun yourself, watch a train explode, and be so terrified that you break down and have a high fever?

Is it really okay to marry your sweetheart with high expectations, only to discover that your husband already has an illegitimate child and you've become a laughingstock?

Is it really okay to live under an assumed name for two years and practice medicine alone with a daughter who can't speak?

The person I love the most is like a duckweed with nowhere to attach itself.

Wherever it drifts, it stays there for a while.

Because there's no one to rely on, no matter how painful the fall is, you have to get up and keep going.

Unfortunately, I am slow-witted, slow to learn, and have poor perception. I didn't have time to show off her good qualities to everyone, nor was I able to give her and my daughter a happy future.

Yangyang, I wonder if you could rely on me a little more?

Yangyang, we're not sleeping here.

The Sichuan region is teeming with mosquitoes at night, and the fields are covered in gnarled roots, making it impossible to find a safe place.

I'll take you home...

Lu Xize didn't know how he had the strength to stand up and walk back.

He held the blood-stained white gauze in his hands, as if it were her, his tears, which had just dried, were wet again.

However, just as he was about to leave this desolate ruin...

I heard a soft thud behind me, the sound of gravel being trampled.

The white skirt trailed on the ground.

A light, slightly husky female voice rang out:

"Lu Xize? Where are you going?"