"Nanjing! Nanjing! "?!
Looking at the pointer pointing to the name of the dream world on the disc, Ye Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Ding! Congratulations, you have drawn the dream world "Nanjing! Nanjing! " (Human Level), because this world is a Human Level world, you have the right to give up the experience of entering this world and choose again. Do you want to choose again? "The system's prompt appeared in Ye Xuan's ears.
Ye Xuan frowned. The Human-Level World. According to the system authority that Xueyi had mentioned before, the Human-Level World would no longer issue any missions. You could get whatever you wanted after entering the world, and it had nothing to do with the system. In other words, entering this movie would not give you any cultivation points at all.
However, looking at the name of the dream world written on the disc, Ye Xuan's eyes flashed. He had seen this movie before. With his current mental power, it could basically be said that he had a photographic memory, so he still clearly remembered the content of the movie:
The content of the movie was mainly about the Nanjing Massacre that shocked the world. On December 13, 1937, the Japanese invaders captured Nanjing, the capital of the Republic of China. Most of the officials abandoned the city and fled. Only some soldiers stayed behind, swearing to protect the city.
However, although these soldiers risked their lives to launch street battles with the Japanese, there was a great disparity in strength between them and the enemy. In the absence of supplies and support, their weak and tenacious resistance was finally suppressed. Tens of thousands of civilians became prisoners of the Japanese Army. Then the Japanese Army began to carry out inhumane massacres. They used machine guns to shoot unarmed soldiers and civilians; they pulled some ordinary people to the open space and let them dig their own pits and then buried them alive; they held beheading competitions; they cut open the stomachs of pregnant women and pulled out the babies alive; dozens of people gang-raped a woman and then inserted a knife into her lower body; they hung ordinary people in rows and watched their struggles before they died. They calculated who died slowly and who died quickly for fun, and so on.
Although this film mainly revealed the destruction of human nature by war through the experience of an ordinary Japanese soldier and an ordinary citizen soldier during the Nanjing Massacre, from the perspective of Ye Xuan, what he really saw was the inhumane massacre of the Japanese Army.
Moreover. Ye Xuan had personally faced the invasion of the Japanese army in the world of Ip Man 1. He knew very well about the inhumane actions of the Japanese army, and his personal experience made him hate the brutality of the Japanese army.
"Ding! Congratulations, you have won the fantasy world "Nanjing!" Nanjing! " (Human Level), Because this world is a Human Level world, you have the right to give up the experience to enter this world and choose again. Do you want to choose again? "After a long time, seeing that Ye Xuan had not made a choice, the system prompted again.
However, Ye Xuan still didn't make his choice immediately. Instead, he looked at Xueyi and said, "Xueyi, I remember that you said this before. Space-time was like a great river. At every fork, there would be some water flowing into it, forming another tributary. Changing history was like these tributaries, and history would flow towards other tributaries. Does that mean that these Dream Worlds actually exist, but they are like tributaries of history, similar to parallel universes? "
"Yes, the Dream World is actually similar to the parallel universe you mentioned." Xueyi nodded.
"Sure enough!" Hearing Xueyi's answer. A smile flashed across the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth, and finally, the look in his eyes slowly became firm, "Don't choose again, enter the Dream World immediately!"
"You have chosen to enter" Nanjing! Nanjing! " Dream World. This cultivation experience will not be issued with the system mission. Everything will be based on your actions. The duration of the experience is one month. I wish you good luck! 5。 4，3，2。 1，0！”
"Japanese, your Uncle Ye is back again, are you ready?"
A white brilliance flashed, and Ye Xuan's figure disappeared from the virtual space.
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Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! — —
When Ye Xuan regained consciousness, he heard countless breathing sounds. These breathing sounds were heavy and dense, rapid and short, as if the owner of these sounds was suffering from extreme fear.
Ye Xuan saw where he was as soon as he opened his eyes. He seemed to be in a house that looked like a church. There were people all around him, including the old, the weak, the women, the children, and some wounded soldiers with blood on their bandages. These people were all silent. Their faces and eyes were full of fear. They were listening to the sound of bombers and the roar of guns coming from outside the window from time to time.
Looking at himself again, he was wearing a very ordinary gray cloth robe, no weapons, no military uniform. It seemed that this time, the system might have arranged for him to be an ordinary person.
"Old man, what day and year is it today? Where is this place?" Ye Xuan looked around and asked an old man in his sixties or seventies who was dressed in cotton next to him in a low voice.
Although Ye Xuan had tried his best to lower his voice, the surroundings were too quiet and oppressive. As soon as Ye Xuan spoke, a dozen people next to him looked at him strangely.
The old man who was asked turned his head around and looked at Ye Xuan with a dull look. Then, he turned his head away and did not answer his question. The others did the same. They looked at Ye Xuan with a strange look and then turned their heads back numbly.
Looking at these people's expressions, Ye Xuan couldn't help but frown. Just as he was about to walk out of the crowd.
Squeak! —
Suddenly, the door of the church was pushed open. Then, six Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets and Japanese military uniforms appeared at the door of the church, holding .38 rifles in their hands.
Seeing the appearance of the Japanese soldiers, Ye Xuan clearly felt that there was a disturbance in the church. Everyone's body trembled, looking at the Japanese soldiers in front of them in fear. Their footsteps involuntarily moved backward.
Ye Xuan, who was standing in the crowd, looked at the six Japanese soldiers coming in. A cold light flashed across his eyes. However, he did not make a move right away. He was confident that he could take care of them before the six Japanese soldiers opened fire. The reason he did not make a move was that he wanted to see what this group of five or six hundred people would do against the Japanese soldiers who were a hundred times smaller than them.
When the six Japanese soldiers saw the large crowd of people in the church, the guns in their hands trembled. With frightened eyes, they looked at the people who kept retreating. They swallowed their saliva, tightened their grip on their guns, and slowly walked in, step by step.
All of a sudden, the old man standing next to Ye Xuan saw a few Japanese soldiers raise their hands high. Then, as if the gesture was contagious, it quickly spread in the church. Hundreds of pairs of hands were raised high, like bare tree trunks.
What shocked Ye Xuan the most was that there were more than ten national soldiers in the crowd who also raised their hands high up in the air. Both of their hands were holding a well-polished mid-range rifle. In the forest of bare tree trunks, their hands were so eye-catching, so glaring...
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