February 13, the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, in front of the Dawang Village position in northwest Shanxi.
The battalions under the New Regiment of the Eighteenth Group Army have been fighting fiercely with the Japanese troops here for more than four hours.
At that time, on less than half a square kilometer of land, the two armies built fortifications with a gentle slope as a clear boundary.
At the bottom of the slope, there is a flat open land. The Japanese army has suspended the exchange of fire at this time. Based on the small team, everyone has a full aluminum lunch box and sits on the ground to eat.
On the slope, there are two hills, guarded by the 1st and 2nd Battalions respectively. Taking advantage of the ceasefire in the small days, the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion, who were completely injured, gathered together in twos and threes and lit a cigarette in the biting north wind. After the young man took a sip, he passed it on to the next warrior with an immature look, and so on.
By the time the cigarette passed through the hands of five people and returned to the middle-aged man's hands, most of it was still left.
The man looked around at everyone and smiled bitterly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a young man about seventeen or eighteen sitting in the corner of the tunnel. Then he walked up to him and leaned over and whispered softly: "Madman, take a puff!"
Hearing this, the young man glanced up at the man and shook his head, burying his face between his legs again.
Seeing this, the man had no choice but to lift his legs and leave the corner.
When he was young, the young man raised his head and stood hunched in the tunnel, sticking out half of his head to look at the surrounding environment. He saw that everything he looked at was messy, and the broken limbs were covered with patches of dark red-dyed loess; smoke was billowing from the ground. It was filled with the smell of gun oil, blood and burning corpses;
Looking further into the distance, there is a piece of flat land, with a dog-skin plaster flag standing out against the cold northern style; under the flag, countless little devils in Japanese cotton military uniforms are making a fire to eat.
Looking at our own position, the soldiers, wearing single clothes in the biting north wind, gathered together in twos and threes to keep warm.
At this time, the aroma of rice came into the position.
"Gululu!"
The young man touched his shriveled belly.
He is hungry too!
"Gan! You actually traveled through time?"
……………
"Platoon leader, is that really the regimental leader's biological brother? He looks nothing like the regimental leader! And he's also a lunatic!"
At this time, a young soldier approached the middle-aged man and asked curiously.
When the surrounding soldiers who had just joined the army for more than a month heard this, they also pricked up their ears and stared at the platoon leader intently.
Since the new regiment was just established before the end of December last year, more than 80% of the soldiers in the regiment were new recruits. Therefore, they did not know many things about the regiment, especially the regiment. After some thought, the platoon leader decided to take advantage of this gap. Let me tell everyone:
"Crazy man, he and the leader are indeed brothers born from the same father and mother! Don't look at how crazy he is now. In fact, when he is good, his temper, character and leader are exactly the same mold! Sometimes even More awesome than the leader!"
"Better than the leader?"
The soldiers' eyes widened and they looked suspicious.
Hearing this, the platoon leader laughed angrily: "You guys, you really think that the madman is called madman because he is crazy now. His name was called when he was in Jinggangshan.
I remember that during the fourth counter-encirclement and suppression campaign, he pretended to be a herd boy and led a battalion of the Chinese army into an ambush for us to make dumplings. He was only 13 years old at that time, so the soldiers privately called him a crazy boy!
During the Wanyuan Defense War, our battalion was surrounded by two opposing regiments in a small town. The battle lasted for two full days. In the middle of the night, he stole two shell guns, stood up to the enemy's blockade by himself, and blew up two of the enemy's munitions. After the war, the division commander came to see him after hearing the news, and he couldn't help but call him a real lunatic.
From then on, the name of the madman spread completely!
Until the Battle of Ganzhou more than a year ago, our regiment commander was trapped outside the city by Ma Jiajun's cavalry. After he found out, he separated from the main army and ran to rescue the regiment commander like a madman.
As a result, I heard on the way that the regiment led by the regiment leader was completely wiped out by the Ma Jiajun, and his own head was hung on the city gate tower. The madman was so angry that he single-handedly broke into Ganzhou and burned down the stables of an entire division of the Ma Jiajun. , was hit by a gun, with more than a dozen shrapnels on his body, but luckily he managed to breathe. After that, the regiment commander got mad and robbed a field hospital in Ma Jiajun and barely managed to save his life. Unfortunately, he became crazy from then on. !
Especially when he sees a horse, he becomes red-eyed and wants to kill the horse to avenge the leader.
"So just now..."
"Yes! He saw the Japanese army and horses!"
At this point, everyone suddenly understood why the madman who was carrying ammunition suddenly went crazy and was hit by a Japanese grenade. The frightened platoon leader personally brought him over. He thought he had died, but he didn't expect that he would die a few minutes later. He opened his eyes again and squatted in the corner of the tunnel without saying anything. Everyone was busy fighting and followed him.
[Time: 15:22 on February 13, the 27th year of the Republic of China;
Location: Second Battalion, New 1st Regiment, 18th Group Army, Dawang Village, Pianguan County, Shanxi Province
The system program has been loaded. Are you sure to activate it? 】
While his mind was wandering, a crisp sound suddenly came from the young man's ears, and a blue projection screen and related subtitles appeared out of thin air at the same time.
At this point, the young man's last bit of luck was broken. He shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Confirm!"
【Ding! Activation completed! Binding host body...]
【Ding! Binding successful! 】
[Congratulations to host Li Yunfeng for his successful resurrection! Welcome to the world of anti-war! I am your system assistant bayonet! 】
At that time, the sound screen was synchronized, and Li Yunfeng stared at his name on the screen, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
To him, the codename "Yam Luo" seems more cordial.
Yan Luo, whose real name was also Li Yunfeng, died at the age of 28. During his lifetime, he was the platoon leader of the reconnaissance battalion of a division in the Western Theater Command of the People's Liberation Army, with the rank of second lieutenant. He was among the first batch of well-known figures in the division to enter the reconnaissance camp as college non-commissioned officers and become officers.
During the incident, he was shot five times, which suddenly caused widespread hemorrhagic shock. When he was about to die, he suddenly felt that he was in a sea of emptiness and illusion. Suddenly, countless scenes of the war he had experienced or not experienced came to his mind like a sea. Overflowing.
After a moment, he felt his flesh and blood being recast, his muscles and bones joining together, and finally his eyesight turned dark.
After waking up, he saw a group of men in dark blue military uniforms surrounding him.
At that time, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gun oil, which seemed to indicate that the land beneath them was a real battlefield.
Li Yunfeng did not retain much memory about this body, but he also remembered a few key figures. One of them was his half-brother, who was then the new regiment of the 386th Brigade of the 18th Group Army of the Second Theater of the Army. Li Yunlong, the group leader.
According to the timeline given by the system, his brother had just taken over the new regiment for more than two months when he encountered an encirclement and suppression by two squadrons of the third regiment of the fourth brigade of the North China Front Army.
【Ding! It is detected that the system newbie gift pack has been stored in the database! Ask the host whether to open it? 】
When he lost his mind, the bayonet gave a prompt.
"yes!"
【Ding! The system newbie gift package has been opened successfully! 】
【Get one thousand cubic meters of system storage space! 】
[Get a Harley MT500 mountain off-road motorcycle]
【Get Ocean Twenty Dollars! 】
[Acquire the combat talent for melee combat! 】
[Acquire the shooting talent and shoot without missing a shot! 】
[Acquire the talent of strength and the earth will collapse! 】
【Ding! Detected the main mission and helped the new regiment expand into the main regiment of the 129th Division! Mission standard one, expand the army by 3,000; mission standard two, all Japanese weapons; mission reward is a 1944-style American Marine Infantry Regiment equipment gift package! 】
【Ding! Detect the side mission and help the New Regiment repel the Japanese attack! Mission rewards are random! 】
The sound and screen were synchronized, and Bayonet immediately sent a long list of subtitles.
"The devils are coming!"
While he was thinking about it, someone in the crowd shouted loudly. Li Yunfeng followed the sound and walked away. He saw more than a hundred little devils advancing alternately up the slope in a scattered formation.
"Give me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yunfeng quickly grabbed a gun from a soldier beside him and aimed at one of the little-day flag bearers with concentration.
