Chapter 778: Huaxia!

"Angelu, we need to cooperate." Pide raised an eyebrow; the strength of Huaxia—no, the strength of these few people—had already exceeded his previous expectations.

"No, no, no, Huaxia, we are going to cooperate?" Angelu narrowed his eyes and looked at An Yinan.

Who could have imagined that a woman could make it this far on this battlefield?

"Cooperate?" An Yinan raised an eyebrow. Three forces discussing how to achieve peace here? Interesting!

"We from the United States, they from Eagle Country, and you from Huaxia are all major powers, but when did a small shrimp get mixed in here? How about you eliminate the Pakistanis first?" Angelu wore a wicked smile, his gloomy eyes carrying a strange glint.

But...

A bright silver light instantly shattered the peaceful three-way discussion. Angelu instinctively sensed danger and immediately dodged to the side. A silver light struck right where he had been standing...

If he hadn't dodged...

"An Yinan, what is the meaning of this?" Angelu questioned in a deep voice.

The woman just smiled, as if something trivial had happened. "What is the meaning of this?"

She asked back lightly, as if she had heard a joke. "Isn't Mr. Angelu joking with me, and I'm just returning the joke?"

"In our Huaxia, we value the principle of reciprocity."

Her voice fell upon everyone's ears, and her meaning had been expressed clearly.

Reciprocity.

"So... what are you people from the United States? Are you worthy of making me abandon my friends?"

Angelu's face turned completely black. For a moment, low pressure surrounded him, and his narrowed eyes were like those of a venomous snake. "Good, good, good."

"Pide, let's cooperate. You don't want to see an all-red flag flying at the Gun King Special Training base, do you?" Angelu looked at Pide.

However, Pide actually relaxed and looked at Angelu. "Otherwise, why don't you reduce your own numbers by two, and we can just end this? Why have a pointless struggle?"

Their country had five people, the largest number; this was their capital!

Angelu looked at Pide, then looked at An Yinan.

No one who could survive until now was a fool!

"Then!"

With a gesture from Angelu, all three sides grew tense. Gunshots rang out. An Yinan walked with light steps, moving forward step by step. Silver threads shimmered in her hands, and her body movements were strangely fast. She kept throwing pebbles from her hand; no one knew how many pebbles were in her pockets, nor did anyone know how long she could hold out.

"Number of survivors: 11!" Just then, a voice broadcast exploded in everyone's ears.

Pide narrowed his eyes, seeing blood dripping from Chen Xun's dagger, while beside him lay an Eagle Countryman.

"Chen Xun!"

In an instant, the three-way melee broke out once again.

The Pakistani guarded Zhang Qian's side, acting as his second-in-command. Zhang Qian fired from a distance, assisting An Yinan and Chen Xun, ensuring the two had no danger as they maneuvered through the field.

"Number of survivors: 10!" Suddenly, everyone's movements stopped.

But...

On the field, more than one person had fallen.

The American's neck had been severed by An Yinan's silver thread, yet Chen Xun's dagger had also been plunged into the heart of an Eagle Countryman.

For a moment, the scene was silent.

How could it be like this?

Two Americans remained...

Three Eagle Countrymen remained...

Three Huaxia people remained...

One Pakistani remained...

"Huaxia!" Pide's face darkened, especially as he looked at Chen Xun with killing intent. If not for his strong sense of reason, and the fact that this was the Gun King Special Training, he would have struck without hesitation.

"An Yinan, we will meet again." Angelu's eyes narrowed; he had used her to eliminate Kaila.

But she had not held back at all, clearing out the United States' vassal states several times and even killing his own men. He would remember this grudge.

An Yinan waved her hand. "No need to be so polite. We in Huaxia are a nation of friendship..."

Every time they heard her speak, the others felt an involuntary toothache, and even a touch of chill.

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Bang, bang, bang."

A series of roaring sounds, car horns, and the gunshots that had followed them all the way.

"Congratulations, you survived." Siweike smiled and jumped off Aila's motorcycle.

"Our people will take you to the Flag Field to watch your national flag rise slowly." Siweike smiled, not wasting words, and with a wave of his hand, he had them sit on the back of the motorcycles.

One hundred people, ninety-one died, leaving only nine.

A narrow escape from death, nothing more.

When they arrived at the Flag Field, there were colorful flags, but not a single one was all-red. Looking at the new round marked with the year, the ten flagpoles stood high, but they were empty.

"This is our Flag Field. Only the surviving teams have the right to raise their country's flag."

He looked at the few of them and then smiled. "However..."

"Every year, there is a main flag located in the center position. This year, this main flag is chosen from... Huaxia!"

At the command, Zhang Qian and Chen Xun's eyes were filled with excitement. An Yinan's eyes closed gently, her nose felt a bit sore, and her eyes were slightly moist, but she quickly calmed her emotions.

Seemingly caring about nothing, seemingly indifferent to everything, seemingly living well every day, seemingly fearing nothing.

But she had fears, she had dread, she had moments of helplessness, and she had moments of resignation.

Yet, she was born of Huaxia, and in death, she would be a Huaxia Soul.

She did not allow herself to fall, did not allow herself to be afraid. She dared not think of her children, dared not think of her grandmother, dared not think of Hua Wensheng, dared not think of her relatives, dared not think of her partners.

Because they were all her weaknesses. Once a person exposes their weaknesses, a breach appears in their heart. She was deliberately avoiding, deliberately forgetting!

Today...

Listening to the familiar national anthem and watching the red flag—the flag dyed by the blood of those martyrs—slowly rise up the flagpole, fluttering in the sky above the Flag Field.

Huaxia!

The international community should know its name.

Huaxia!

The rise of the nation is happening today.

Huaxia!

You... have returned.

Those heads tilted upward, watching the rising flag; everyone felt stirred, unable to forget.

"I invite the Gun King Weiya to receive the medal!" As the voice fell, everyone's gaze turned toward the corner.

Over there sat an old man with graying hair, his back already somewhat hunched...

Is this the Gun King Weiya?

Everyone looked at one another; the Gun King Weiya had grown old.

The people from Eagle Country had more thoughts in their minds; Pide looked around, but could not find a trace of Leite. On such an important day, how could Leite not be here?