Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 55 The battle is over, it's time to go back

But it is also true that, apart from a little-known witch like himself, which great witch in history has ever thought of keeping the strange creatures worshipped by the Fu Shi religion as spirits by his side.

Yan Huan's capture of the Black Tai Sui was considered a significant event in the history of elves for wizards of later generations.

“Sui Sui, cooperate with me!”

Adjusting his breath, concentrating his mind and calming his spirit, Yan Huan inserted the thin whisker in his palm into Chang Lao's tightly closed mouth, and the spirit of Black Tai Sui continued to touch the colorful bubbles in his memory.

The flesh must be inside the body, and Yan Huan continues to mobilize it, spreading it to the Du meridian. The Du meridian controls the essence, energy, and spirit, and manages all the yang energy in the body, going up to the marrow sea, and following this meridian one can enter Chang Lao's brain.

"The spirit and body share the same purpose, and if they are rejected, they will become smaller."

You have to do two things at once and be extremely careful. If you operate improperly and something goes wrong with Chang Lao, you will be the sinner.

Yan Huan manipulated the tentacles carefully, and the small fleshy bud became smaller and smaller until it completely became a part of the Du channel. It then split and covered Chang Lao's cerebral cortex like grass tendrils, invading the hippocampus, contacting the neurons, and blending into the entire neural network.

The first time I called upon Black Tai Sui's parasitic power, the process went smoothly.

Yan Huan comprehended it carefully, and shouted to Sui Sui, "Get on it!"

As soft, slippery and moist tentacles wrapped around his waist and arms, Yan Huan's perspective gradually split into two. This feeling was mysterious and wonderful, with a chaotic and tingling feeling that made his mind collapse and split.

Yan Huan closed his right eye so that he could better focus on Chang Lao's memory.

In the colorful bubbles, the scene suddenly opened up, the sound of "firecrackers" from Sui Sui's mouth disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet. The gray soil scorched by the artillery fire was still emitting ominous black smoke.

The moon was high in the sky, but the moonlight was unclear in the smoke. The smoke had stopped and all around were broken walls and ruins. A bonfire was lit next to the trench filled with corpses. The corpses were only black shadows in the firelight, as they were soaked in blood and it was impossible to tell who was the enemy and who was ours in the darkness.

There were more than a dozen people gathered around the campfire, or maybe more than twenty. Yan Huan couldn't count them. In this memory, the soldiers who were talking about something on the periphery had become blurred, with only a rough outline. Their figures were vague and were still trying to form a solid shape.

But no matter how hard Chang Lao tried to piece them together, he could not reconstruct them into their original appearance.

"The battle was brutal, at least the battle in this area should be over, but why is Comrade Chang still here?"

"Then the knot is here. Is it trapped here?"

Yan Huan looked around. Just the tip of the shattered iceberg was enough to make him feel heartbroken.

He swooped down from the sky and merged into a hazy mist, and his figure instantly took shape.

"Hey, hey, hey! You kid are from the National Army, I remember, come and sit down! We all fought against the Japanese, so we are brothers now!" One person moved his butt and made room for the crowd.

Yan Huan sat down and glanced at a few people.

They were all unkempt, and their clothes were heavy with blood and mud, sticking tightly to their skin.

Judging from their appearance alone, it is hard to tell their age, but judging from the childish voices they spoke, they should be very young, even much younger than Yan Huan, probably around fifteen or sixteen years old.

People's appearances change a lot when they grow old, and several of them have blood on their faces. Yan Huan couldn't recognize which one was Mr. Chang, so he focused his attention on the young soldier opposite him.

The man didn't talk much, but he answered every question. At this moment, he was pinching a broken arm and using a rusty blunt knife to peel off the rotten flesh on his index finger bit by bit.

When he had almost removed all the flesh from the finger, he raised his knife and chopped off the finger bone, then stuffed it into his pocket as if it were a treasure.

"Qingsong, what are you doing? There are enough corpses here, and you still think it's not disgusting enough!" "Hehe!" Chang Qingsong laughed innocently, "Captain, I just have this hobby. I want to save the bones from the Japanese soldiers I killed and string them into a chain later."

"Hanging a bone chain, you think you are Sha Monk!" The captain smiled, but everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he was talking about, so he stopped smiling again.

"Hey, Captain, I don't know what you're talking about. I just want to go back and show off. When I get married and have a baby, I'll take it out and let him treasure it. If the baby has a child, I'll give it to the grandchildren to treasure. I think I'll be proud!"

"Oh! You're still thinking ahead!" The captain nodded at Chang Qingsong and smiled, "But you, kid! By then your grandchildren will definitely not see the battlefield, and they'll be scared by you when they take it out later!"

"What's so scary about pig and dog bones? Maybe we can eat pork and dog meat by then!" Chang Qingsong was stubborn and picked up the hand next to his legs.

These were the two Japanese soldiers killed in this battle. He couldn't tell the rest apart, and he was too embarrassed to just pick them up from the ground. He would feel unhappy if he stole the credit from his comrades.

The people gathered around the fire immediately understood what Chang Qingsong meant, and after looking at each other, they burst into laughter.

"Dogs can guard the house, but how can a group of robbers who burn, kill and rob people's homes be associated with the term 'pigs and dogs'?"

"You kid! What you said is inappropriate. Apologize to all the pigs and dogs in the world!"

After saying that, a man next to him pressed Chang Qingsong's head down.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong! I'm sorry to the pigs and the dogs." Chang Qingsong broke free and touched his messy hair. "Don't you have any thoughts? Tell me, if we win the battle, what do you want to do?"

As soon as these words came out, the lively atmosphere suddenly became cold.

The quiet night enveloped the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had not yet ceased, and the crackling sound of firewood exploding could be heard from the campfire.

Yan Huan remained silent, blending into the silence. After a while, he just grabbed a little bit of rotten meat and threw it into the flames.

Who can understand the difficulty of this battle better than a group of people carrying guns to the battlefield? Future plans are a matter for the future, but can it win the battle before this?
"If we win faster, maybe I can continue my studies for a few more years." The captain spoke first.

"Look, those who have been to school are different. We are a bunch of rough people who only think about getting married and having children, or we just think about eating white flour buns and drinking a bowl of noodle soup. The captain is still thinking ahead."

"Are you embarrassing me?" The captain tapped the person next to him.

"Oh, big white steamed buns and noodle soup, these should be eaten with cabbage."

"To put it in a better way, maybe we can stew a few pieces of meat in it during festivals."

Tsk tsk tsk!
Yan Huan frowned, poked the bonfire with a stick, and then threw it into the fire. Finally, he couldn't help it, "Let's talk about it, we can eat meat whenever we want! Let's talk about it, maybe we are tired of eating meat, we still want to go up the mountain to dig shepherd's purse!"

"Let's put in the egg soup and make dumplings and wontons!"

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Chang Qingsong was stunned when he saw Yan Huan walk directly over the fire and come to him.

"Mr. Chang, let's go back. It's too hard for you to live like this." Yan Huan said.

According to Mr. Chang's inner conflict, he simply cannot find a balance between his comrades' wish to survive and his respect for the greater good of life and death. This rare warm scene in the war will not last long, and it may be broken in a while, then put together again, and then broken again... and so on, endlessly.

"Back...where? The battle isn't over yet!"

"The battle was already over."

(End of this chapter)