"War begins when you like it, but it does not end when you like it." - Machiavelli
In midsummer, the sun is shining brightly, and the venomous sunshine seems to be scorching everything. Walking on the streets, you can smell a faint scorch smell in the air.
In the afternoon of this day, in the Zhongcheng District of Yingtianfu in the capital, on the street next to Gaojing Avenue, a six-wheel truck loaded with goods was driving smoothly.
However, a sudden change occurred a few seconds later - the entire car suddenly turned to the sidewalk next to it, and there were many slow-reacting old people and frightened children among the people.
Faced with this sudden disaster, it seemed that they had no time to escape?
At this critical moment, a gray-green off-road vehicle coming from the opposite direction accelerated and rushed over, hitting it head-on and forcibly deflecting the out-of-control truck.
After the roar, screams and shouts came one after another. Passers-by rushed over, and the patrol officers from the inspection department who passed nearby also rushed over.
Two hours later, at dusk when the sun was setting, we were in a medical clinic in the west of the city.
Zhou Changfeng realized that he was having a strange dream. He was in a parallel world in the 1930s. The Ming Dynasty still existed. After many years of keeping a low profile, the huge empire slowly unsheathed its sword and revealed its sharpness.
Fighter planes roared overhead, tanks rumbled past, and groups of heavily armed soldiers marched forward, and he seemed to be one of them? Each scene is changing rapidly.
Isn't this too weird? However, dreams are often illogical, which is normal.
Zhou Changfeng felt that his consciousness was gradually becoming clearer. Regardless of the content of the dream just now, the dream at least proved that he was lucky enough to survive?
After a while, he found that he had recovered from his coma. The first thing he heard was the rustling movement in his ears, followed by the smell of alcohol in the air, and then he finally opened his eyes with all his strength.
Uh... wait, something doesn't seem right? Are you still dreaming? A dream within a dream?
The sight that greeted him was really unexpected. The decoration of this ward was too strange - light green walls, rosewood dado, and Chinese-style window lattice with fringe.
In addition, there is a large ancient light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and next to his bed is a girl wearing a light-colored stand-up collared shirt and long skirt?
"Huh? Sir, are you awake?" The girl showed no surprise or joy. She just put the tray in her hand on the bedside table, looked back and shouted to the outside: "I woke up on the 15th in the seventh room. Doctor Sun, please come and take a look." "
Zhou Changfeng was still a little confused, but the waves of pain coming from his arms, back, and head told him that this was not a dream.
Uh... the girl just now... the nurse didn't speak Mandarin, it obviously had an accent from southern Jiangsu? The doctor who walked in later was not wearing a white coat, but a gray-green robe?
He couldn't help but grab Zhou Changfeng's right hand, checked his pulse for a few seconds, and then asked, "How do you feel, sir?"
etc! Stop it! Can I say that I am completely confused right now?
Zhou Changfeng did not answer. He looked around in surprise, frowned and hesitated: "Uh...where is this? What day is it today?"
"June 15th." The nurse replied with some surprise, "This is Yuan'an Medical Clinic. After an accident, it will be sent to the nearest clinic."
Zhou Changfeng, who was becoming more and more confused, asked several more questions one after another, and the nurse answered them one by one. However, Dr. Sun frowned, realizing that the symptoms of the officer in front of him who had been in a car accident were unusual.
He pondered: "Sir, why have you forgotten so many things? Could it be that he was hit hard suddenly... causing his blood and energy to become confused, his mind to be weak, and he was carried away? Wait for me for a while."
So the middle-aged doctor left, went out to call his colleagues, and started discussing outside the ward.
And Zhou Changfeng found "his" personal belongings, a document, and a pistol on the bedside table?
The four big characters printed on the cover of the former confused Zhou Changfeng - Army Officer's Certificate? ? ?
It was even more surprising when I opened it. Although it was in simplified Chinese characters, it was typed vertically and left-row; and the content inside made Zhou Changfeng more and more frightened.
His name is consistent with his own, and his military rank is Army Major, his military branch is Infantry, his place of origin is Wuchang County, Wuhan Prefecture, his unit is the Third Mixed Brigade of the Guards, and his position is the First Battalion Commander...
This, this, this... what the hell is this?
With his head full of black lines, he now feels like there are ten thousand horses running through his heart - he was punished for demobilizing early, but he had an accident while helping others on the way home, and he fainted and woke up to find himself in this outrageous situation?
Time travel? Seize the body?
Just as he was looking at himself in the mirror and thinking wildly, he heard a new voice suddenly appear outside, and it soon started to chatter.
"...No broken bones or anything, just a minor injury." This was a carefree male voice.
"...Can I have a visit? I want to say thank you." This was a soft female voice.
As he was talking, a tall officer with a Chinese-style face walked in; and then a young woman wearing a stand-up collared gown came in.
The former looked Zhou Changfeng up and down for a few times, and then complained with a look of disdain: "What the hell are you doing, kid? Colliding with that big car straight up... Tsk, are you risking your life before even entering the battlefield?"
The young woman was a little dissatisfied when she heard this. She frowned and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? If he hadn't risked his life to help, the consequences on the street... would have been disastrous!"
"Oh, the troops are about to leave tomorrow. Do you know who this guy is? If something goes wrong with him, who will take his place?"
"So sir, do you think we should just sit back and do nothing?"
So the two started arguing over each other's words, completely ignoring Zhou Changfeng who was still sitting next to them.
Regarding the current situation, the latter's mood has not yet calmed down. He took a deep breath and said with some confusion: "Then... the problem is probably quite serious... Let's put it this way, I don't remember anything now."
As soon as he said this, both of them looked confused and thought he was joking. It was not until two doctors came in that they reluctantly confirmed that he was telling the truth.
It took more than a quarter of an hour for Zhou Changfeng to roughly understand the bizarre and cold reality - the current time is the thirty-sixth year of Zhichang? The location is Yingtian Mansion, the capital of the Ming Dynasty? Are you a battalion officer in the Third Mixed Brigade of the Guards?
What a mess!
Who created this unrecognizable and outrageous world line?
However, he didn't seem to have much time to sigh and sigh, and he couldn't help but slowly accept his new identity, because his unit was leaving at six o'clock tomorrow morning, taking the train all the way west to the destination, and now...
"Are you sure I can command the troops in this state?" He pointed at himself and said helplessly.
This world is very different from his own. He doesn't even know what the technical level of the current war is. A war? Interwar period? World War II?
War is a battle between life and death, and one cannot act recklessly.
The officer with a Chinese character and his old friend from the military academy, He Cheng, looked at him deeply and said in a nonchalant manner: "I still know how much you weigh, and you always yell about it. I failed the test but got an honors. Clean up and I'll take you back to camp."
Seeing that they were about to leave, the young woman couldn't help but be a little stunned. She said regretfully: "Are you in such a hurry? I also want to go to Jiming Temple to ask for a talisman..."
He Cheng scoffed casually, "When you finish asking for the talisman tomorrow, the train will have arrived at Luzhou Prefecture."
The young woman who already disliked him was probably angered by these words. She gritted her teeth and hesitated, then took out a small jade pendant from her body and put it on the bedside table. " He let go, then turned around and walked out without looking back.
Why is this old friend so mouthy?
Zhou Changfeng, who had just put on his clothes and hat, looked speechless. He reached out to pick up the jade pendant and before he could take a closer look, He Cheng dragged him out.
"Stop inking! Count people, check guns, get haircuts, write letters, there are still a lot of things to do in the evening!"
