Chapter 128: Where there is a spark, there is a fire.

Chapter 128

Moreover, the Divine Lady had said before filming began that there were many people in history who didn't even leave their names behind, yet they made invaluable contributions to future generations.

Perhaps, many, many years ago, there was such a group of fools who died tragically under swords and guns in order to save one more compatriot.

The ancient people continued to watch the livestream.

After several cautious and fearful attempts to hide and escape, they were still discovered by the enemy.

When the enemy's machine guns were aimed at the fleeing few, Sister Liu stepped forward with her arms spread wide, shielding those behind her from the bullets.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Bullets fell on Sister Liu like raindrops, splattering blood everywhere.

Seeing this, the other women from Sister Liu's village, driven by an unknown courage, fearlessly stood up and spread their arms wide to shield Gu Sang and the nurse from the bullets.

The nurse supported Gu Sang, both with tears in their eyes.

In her final moment, Sister Liu pulled out the piece of fabric painted with the blood of several people. She looked at Gu Sang with pride and satisfaction in her eyes, saying, "I knew it, I've known all along that you were part of the militia organization. Actually... I recognized your clothes."

"Comrade."

"Take this... out... live... and give it... to the organization. Tell my... husband... to kill... more enemy soldiers... for me...!"

Gu Sang chokingly took the piece of fabric from Sister Liu's hand.

The nurse, with tears streaming down her face, looked at Gu Sang one last time, then at the hand grenade Gu Sang had taken. She suppressed her grief and her lips moved slightly.

Then, she leapt down.

Gu Sang saw it. Though she didn't understand lip-reading, she somehow read a sentence from the nurse's lips: I'll see the arrival of a peaceful world for you!

Good!

A peaceful world.

You must see it for me!

"Rat-tat-tat—" Dozens of enemy soldiers surrounded Gu Sang.

Gu Sang laughed loudly as she pulled the pin on the hand grenade.

That stitched piece of fabric was the hope entrusted by Sister Liu and the others.

It bore the pattern of a star, representing a spark of hope.

The spark had escaped, so hope still lived!

Victory would surely come!

"A single spark can start a prairie fire! How can the light of millions of compatriots not rival the sun and moon! We will surely triumph!"

"Boom——!!"