Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Then Tong Chuxue picked up the soldier from the ruins, turned around and carried him on her back—although the soldier on her back was twice as heavy as her, with her peak Qi Refining cultivation, even carrying ten more would not affect her movement.

So she continued her search on the battlefield.

At the end of the trench lay a soldier, half his body torn apart by shrapnel, his eyes still open, his mouth opening and closing, making dry, labored sounds. Tong Chuxue sighed, using the soldier's weapon to send him to a painless death. Then she ran to another soldier whose arm was pinned under the wreckage of the bunker, dug through the dirt and slabs of stone, and dragged the unconscious soldier to another location.

One, one, and another.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, a petite young girl carried wounded soldiers several times her own weight on her back, dragging even more in her hands. She found a military truck that had miraculously survived, loaded all the wounded soldiers onto it, and then, without looking back, continued walking towards the battlefield.

At this time, the Kingdom's artillery fire had gradually subsided.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent. Smoke and dust still lingered in the air, and sporadic gunfire and shouts could be heard in the distance. Tong Chuxue stood in the middle of the ruins, panting heavily. The surrounding area was scorched black, with shell craters connecting one another, and the ground had been turned over countless times.

As the girl helped up another unconscious soldier, Cheng Cheng's voice echoed in her mind: "This place is dozens of miles from the rear base; you can't save them all."

Tong Chuxue did not turn around.

She stepped over a charred beam and continued deeper into the crater: "I'll save whoever I can."

Cheng Cheng remained silent for a long time.

Flames burned everywhere, and the smoke was choking. Tong Chuxue dodged the collapsed building and was exploring further inside when Cheng Cheng finally relented and sighed, "Since you want to save people, my help shouldn't count as participating in the war, right?"

Tong Chuxue's eyes lit up.

"Master...that's wonderful, Master, thank you so much..."

Cheng Cheng sighed and remained silent.

I'm gradually becoming more and more integrated into this world...

From initially not caring about Sylvia's death, to having people she cared about by her side and wanting to protect them... to the point that now, she actually feels pity for complete strangers.

War...

Cheng Cheng began to assess the situation in his mind. There was smoke and fire everywhere, and wounded people were buried under the ruins. The phrase "May all the poor and needy be sheltered and rejoice" could not be used carelessly. Forcibly pulling them up would cause secondary injuries.

So Tong Chuxue searched ahead, while Cheng Cheng dug away the rubble that was burying the wounded. Tong Chuxue then checked their condition, provided emergency treatment, and carefully helped them up. Finally, Cheng Cheng used his ultimate move to send them into the military truck.

In this way, more people can be saved.

Ten, fifteen, twenty-one...

Tong Chuxue couldn't remember the number anymore; she had no other thoughts but to save even one more person here, at least for this moment...

The thirty-seventh.

He was an old soldier, still holding that unlit cigarette in his mouth, half of his body blown off, his gray pupils staring at the equally gray sky, he was on his deathbed.

Seeing Tong Chuxue approaching, he forced a smile and his lips twitched: "Good girl, could you light my cigarette for me?"

"it is good."

Before Tong Chuxue could find a lighter, Cheng Cheng lit a black flame and ignited the cigarette in the old soldier's mouth.

The veteran took a deep drag, a glimmer of light returning to his eyes. Seeing Tong Chuxue already pointing a gun at his head, he pointed to the ruins beneath him: "Good boy, there are still a few recruits inside...maybe they're still alive..."

After saying that, the cigarette fell from the corner of his mouth, the old soldier tilted his head, and fell completely silent.

Tong Chuxue immediately dug up the pile of broken planks and clods of earth. Weak breathing came from below. Cheng Cheng used his ability to lift the planks, and then the two of them were stunned.

Of the seven or eight people buried, only one is still alive.

It is Wang Zhiming.

He was unconscious, his face covered in black ash and blood, his uniform stained with dried blood. Although he was covered in abrasions, he miraculously had no missing limbs, whether that was lucky or unlucky was unknown.

Tong Chuxue dug him out of the rubble and pressed on his chest. Wang Zhiming finally woke up. He was slightly stunned when he saw Tong Chuxue's face. He opened his mouth, but found that his voice was hoarse and he could only make a series of incoherent sounds.

Tong Chuxue stepped forward to help him up, took out a water bottle and fed him a sip, then asked, "Is Xiao Chunan alright?"

Two tears slid down his dust-covered face, leaving two shallow furrows. Wang Zhiming's throat tightened, and after a long while, he managed to utter a complete sentence:

"he died."

Chapter 110, Rainy Night, Overpass, Dayun Truck

"Yunlan City truly deserves its reputation as the foremost pass in the Western Frontier."

The two Kingdom Gold Saints pursued him relentlessly, but ultimately failed to catch the remaining Imperial Gold Saint, who escaped into the Cloud Mist City behind the capital.

Unlike the forward bases built during wartime, Yunlan City is a western fortress that has guarded the empire's borders for five hundred years. It has hundreds of protective formations, a permanent population of thirty million, and the entire population is armed. If an attack is attempted, Yunlan City can immediately produce ten million militiamen. Even if they are just thrown into the formations as magic power, it will be enough to give the kingdom a hard time.

Faced with such a formidable pass, the two kings of the kingdom could only sigh in despair and subsequently returned empty-handed.

It wasn't entirely without merit.

This night raid tested the latest artillery, making it a victory in itself; the killing of a Gold Saint made it a double victory; and the kingdom won twice while the empire lost once, making it a triple victory.

In addition, the night raid annihilated at least 50,000 enemy troops and crushed the fighting spirit of the Imperial artillery through ultra-long-range fire, thus gaining the upper hand in the military technology race.

It's as if Qin Shi Huang ate Sichuan peppercorns and won so hard he was numb with pleasure.

Especially under the leadership of Her Majesty Queen Freya, our kingdom has won far too many times. The people of the kingdom are almost unable to bear it and are begging Her Majesty not to win anymore. After all, our country is not used to winning all the time. Before Her Majesty appeared, we were always losing, but now we have won too much!

But the generals really liked winning, especially their first win.

"We've secured our first victory, a significant achievement. We'll be promoted at the very least when we get back!" one of the Gold Saints laughed. "The task of reporting our success is up to you... Brother Paul, I heard you have connections with Her Majesty the Queen?"

“Yes.” Paul nodded. “I came to the Western Front on the Queen’s orders.”

Another of the kingdom's golden generals was Paul.

As a retainer of the Claire family and a comrade-in-arms of both Her Majesty Freya and Miss Sylvia, Paul naturally benefited from the new king's ascension to the throne. He was granted the title of Viscount, appointed as the chief of the palace guard, and awarded one superior flame seed and several inferior flame seeds. Furthermore, his cultivation level had reached the mid-gold stage through his previous adventures and battles.

He was then sent to the western front.

However, the primary task of coming to the Western Front was not to fight, but to help His Majesty find a man—according to secret intelligence from the ambassador to the Empire, His Highness the Prince was likely to be on the Western Front, and Freya believed that the Prince would take the initiative to contact Paul after meeting him, so she sent him here.

Although Paul didn't know the new prince at all...

(PS: The title of Prince Konoma is set as the title of the Queen's husband; whoever is the Queen holds this title. After Alvira's death and the death of the original prince, the new princely title naturally goes to Freya's husband.)

Ironically, on the day of her coronation, Her Majesty publicly announced to her court that she would marry the mysterious young man who had helped her in the legendary battle of the royal palace. This man was the prince she had chosen, and also her comrade-in-arms during her wanderings.

As Freya's teammate, Paul knew all too well that His Majesty had only been close to Li Xianyu and the young lady during his wanderings, and there were no other men around him...

Where did it come from?

Furthermore, the young lady seemed very dissatisfied with His Majesty's marriage, repeatedly causing a scene at the palace. Paul initially thought it was because the young lady was reluctant to let Freya get married, but the two surprisingly found themselves in perfect sync when it came to finding His Highness the Prince…

Surely my memory hasn't been altered?

Recalling what happened in the Blood Maple Forest, Paul trembled all over late at night, his hands and feet ice-cold...

"Huh? There are still people on the battlefield?"

The two Gold Saints flew over the ruins of the forward base and looked down. A truck was struggling to drive on the cratered overpass. With the Gold Saints' eyesight, it was easy to see that the trucks were full of wounded soldiers, numbering at least a hundred.

"I'll go take a look. You go back to the camp and organize the infantry to clear the battlefield."

Paul spoke to another goldsmith, then descended from the sky and came to the truck.

Tong Chuxue, who was driving, was startled, and her fingers froze on the steering wheel.

Flying through the air...that's gold!

Why?! A royal goldsmith discovered them! What should we do next?!

The figure that descended from the sky stood less than twenty meters in front of the truck, its sacred domain unfolding, its pale golden light flickering in the night. Tong Chuxue instinctively reached for the brakes, but the truck's driver's seat was designed for an adult male, and Tong Chuxue's petite frame couldn't reach the brake pedal. In her panic, she accidentally stepped on the accelerator—

"Buzz—!!!"

Just as the great fortune was about to collide with the Holy Realm, a clear voice suddenly rang in Tong Chuxue's heart, carrying a hint of relief and approval:

"Little one, you've done very well. Choosing to save people instead of running away in a dangerous situation is beyond my expectations. Now, leave the rest to your master."

As soon as she finished speaking, a gentle yet vast power suddenly surged out from Tong Chuxue's body!

"boom--!!"

The truck, carrying immense kinetic energy, came to a stop in place, and Paul's attack from within the Sanctuary was silently neutralized. Paul jolted, his face paling in shock: "Gold? Oh no, it's a trap!"

Using a truckload of wounded soldiers and an innocent girl as a trap to lure you in, Imperial Army, you are truly despicable now!

He immediately stepped back, but then his eyes widened – he saw a boy with orange hair standing in front of the Universiade.

The young man slowly raised his head, and a terrifying aura far surpassing that of gold swept across the entire arena!

Paul was overjoyed.

However, Cheng Cheng suddenly said, "You have bullied my disciple. Today I will see what you can do to me, even if my strength is not two or three tenths of its peak."

Paul: "???"

"First Snow! You go quickly, I'll hold them off here!" Cheng Cheng roared, then turned to face Paul, spreading his arms wide so the night wind would rush into his sleeves, his robes fluttering. "If you want to hurt her, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

"Master!!!"

"Don't worry about Chuxue! Although I am the remnant soul of a fallen immortal, and I can't exert much power, and I'm also restricted by the contract... I will save you even if it costs me my life!"

"Master!!!"

Tong Chuxue's tears welled up without warning.

She had been betrayed three times, and thus came to understand that everything in the world was nothing but a deceptive facade... First, her parents, who ignored her after she was admitted to a junior college, causing her to lose hope; second, Toyokawa Sho, who publicly withdrew from the band, embarrassing her; and third, Boss Cao, who tried to take away her treasure.

She thus learned that every act of kindness in the world comes at a price.

Only by getting into a university, earning credits, and demonstrating strength can one deserve the world's kindness—but Master is different.

He appeared when I had nothing at all, gave me everything I had ever dreamed of, and always protected me when danger came...

There is no one in the world who treats me better than my master.

Yet here he was saying goodbye to himself, because he was going to die, to die saving himself.

What is death?

It is the end, a final farewell, an irreversible loss, a hand that can never be held again, a warmth that can never be felt again, and a "thank you" that can never be uttered again.

Before I knew it, a rain began to fall from the sky, fitting the mood perfectly.

Rainy night, elevated road, Dayun trucks.

Tong Chuxue took a deep breath, finally made up her mind, opened the car door, and pulled out a rifle from her bosom:

"Rather than witnessing you, Master, die alone in battle while I can only cowardly flee... I would rather die with you on this rainy night!"