"Zheng Yong! Zheng Yong! Zheng Yong!"

"You little bastard, don't die, wake me up quickly!"

An anxious roar sounded in Zheng Yong's ears. He was confused and could not wake up even if he tried his best. What sound was around him? Why did he sound so familiar?

This seems to be a gunshot?

Why are there gunfire? Is it on the shooting range? But it doesn't sound like...

He finally opened his eyes with all his might. Two middle-aged men appeared in front of him. One looked pretty and gentle, and the other looked like a beard with a chirping beard.

"Bastard, you little bastard, I know that you are lucky and will never die."

The man with a beard said these words, and fierce gunfire sounded around him again. The man murmured and cursed, raised his hand and fired two shots at the outside world.

With the help of the gentle man, Zheng Yong barely leaned against a low wall. Only then did he see clearly the two of them and the surrounding environment.

The handsome man is wearing a long gown and jacket, and looks like a teacher who has been seen in movies and TV. The only difference between him and the teacher is that he is holding a gun in his hand and shooting a shot from time to time.

Another man was wearing a short jacket and his rough appearance, and he looked like a coolie no matter how he looked.

There were several lonely, low-rise thatched houses around, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, and the weeds had grown half a person tall. Bullets kept flying from the opposite side, and "Wow" screams kept coming. The explosion of grenades kept ringing around.

Where is this? Where is this? One thing Zheng Yong can definitely be sure of, it must not be the filming scene of a movie. Zheng Yong, who came out of the military academy, knew that these explosions were definitely not something that could be produced by those fireworks special effects.

Amid the gunshots and explosions, Zheng Yong tried hard to calm down his thoughts, and he had to think clearly about what was going on.

He remembered that he and his cousin went to the antique market together, wanting to buy some antiques for his mother's birthday to make her happy. Later, he caught a bayonet. Even he, who had lived in a military family since childhood, could not tell what material the bayonet was made of, but what he remembered most clearly was that the front and back of the bayonet had four words engraved on each side:

"The sun and the moon are bright, and God bless China!"

For some reason, I fell in love with this bayonet at first sight, as if I was born with this bayonet.

Then what?

By the way, it seemed like a fire broke out in the restaurant, and I rushed out desperately, even forgot to put down the bayonet in my hand.

Then?

Then a terrible explosion happened and I didn't know anything...

Zheng Yong, who woke up from his memories, looked around and there was no sign of the bayonet at all. Was he dreaming? All this is just a dream? But...

He suddenly shivered, time travel? Is it time travel?

He has read several books related to this aspect. It is said that after meeting certain conditions, incredible things such as time and space travel will occur.

Could it be that such a "good thing" really made me encounter it?

"Little bastard, why are you still dabbling? The Japanese are coming up!" The bearded man shouted and threw a gun into Zheng Yong's hand: "If you can still move, just hit these turtle sons!"

Zheng Yong only took a look and could tell that he was a fanatical person of the ordnance that this was modified, the Mauser 1912 7.63mm semi-automatic pistol.

This is a rare thing worth more than twenty dollars. If you say that people like Beard are either bandits, or where did you get this box cannon?

He looked out and immediately shocked him. There were some outside:

--devil!

Yes, the Japanese devils, those in the past were the Japanese devils that could be seen on movies and TV!

What year is it now?? Or is the War of Resistance Against Japan about to end?

Zheng Yong was not sure about the Japanese outside dressed in military uniforms of the Kwantung Army.

"Beard, it won't work like this!" the man who looked pretty and seemed to be a teacher roared.

Hu Zi didn't look back, fired two shots, knocked down a Japanese man, and shouted: "Siuai, what do you think you should do? You can't be as unreliable as Jin Shunzi and surrendered to these oriental men, right?"

"Bah!" The scholar spat hard and shot the outside world. Unfortunately, his marksmanship didn't look very good, and no Japanese could hit him: "We won't do this even if we die. But, beard, it doesn't matter if we die. How did the Orangutan's '200 Plan' that we finally lost the lives of a few brothers to the hands of the coach?"

Hearing this, Beard became obviously silent, but Zheng Yong's heart beat for a moment.

Dashen? Although he didn't know what the "200 Plan" was, Dashen's name reminded him of a person. The tone of their speech should be from Northeast China. There can only be one Dashen in the Northeast:

Zhang Zuolin!

He now began to understand that the War of Resistance has not yet broken out because Zhang Zuolin is still there!

"Beard, scholar, we are all good brothers for many years, and brothers had to do this. The Japanese told me that as long as you hand over that thing, you won't kill you. Beard, scholar, scholar, brother advises you to surrender to the Japanese!"

At this time, the gunshot suddenly stopped, and a sharp voice came clearly.

"Jin Shunzi, you bastard! If you sell your ancestors, you will not die well! Even if I die here today, I will never be like you, a candid bear egg!"

With the angry roar of Beard, Zheng Yong understood that the sharp voice belonged to the one named "Jin Shunzi". It must have been Zhang Zuolin who sent them to perform some missions. As a result, Kim Shunzi betrayed everyone, which caused the current situation.

"Scholar, this is all the will of God. The director arranged everything so well. It was an easy task. He could bring the information back after a while. So he specially asked us to bring this little bastard, who would have thought..."

While pressing bullets into the gun, Hu Zi glanced at Zheng Yong intentionally or unintentionally.

The scholar remained silent, but Zheng Yong vaguely guessed something. He thought he had a special relationship with the director he said, so he asked them to bring himself to participate in this originally seemingly relaxed work. When the work was completed, he could also put a layer of gold on himself. When he returned, he could promote himself with justification.

After figuring this out, Zheng Yong weighed his gun and said in a muffled voice:

"Brother, that's your enemy. I'll help you get him!"
Chapter completed!