In 1942, Zenda was located in a small town in western Yunnan, China.
The confused Liao Mingyu was still recalling the phone call with the captain and the final moment when he detonated the razor mine.
"Am I dead?"
I opened my eyes with difficulty and looked around. I saw a blue stone road with dilapidated bungalows with wooden structures on both sides of the road. Liao Mingyu was confused, what's going on, where is this?
However, as a special soldier, he instinctively hid in a hidden position to check the environment as soon as he woke up.
Could it be that he was taken to a small village in Myanmar by the enemy? Looking at myself, I saw that there was no extra fabric except for a pair of boxer briefs.
"This is so embarrassing, having someone strip you naked and lick your pussy."
However, all the injuries on his body disappeared. Logically speaking, with the power of the razor mine's close-range explosion, it would be considered lucky not to blow someone into two pieces.
Just when he was confused, there was a huge pain in his head, and then a mechanical voice appeared in his mind: "It has been detected that the host has awakened, please confirm the host, is the war system turned on?"
"What is this? War system? Who are you and where am I now? Also, why are all my injuries healed?" Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly.
"Please confirm, host, whether to enable the system." The mechanical voice sounded again, regardless of Liao Mingyu's question.
"Okay, confirm to open" can't control so much now. The top priority is to find out what the situation is first, and there is no other way. My mind is in chaos now.
"Ding... the system has been turned on. Host Liao Mingyu, now to answer your question, you can call me the Super Time War System. Your body has been repaired by the system. The place we are in is different from the original time and space. This is 1942 Chanda Town in Western Yunnan."
"What, 1942? During the Anti-Japanese War? 80 years ago?"
Liao Mingyu's mind went blank, damn, am I going through time now? He clearly wanted to die together with the enemy, but he still managed to become a time-traveler, which was difficult for this young special forces soldier to digest for a while.
"Then can I still go back?" Liao Mingyu asked the key question.
"Can."
"How to do?"
Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly. No matter what, he still had his parents, comrades and relatives in the original time and space, which Liao Mingyu couldn't let go of.
"Currently, the host does not have enough permissions to answer. If the host wants to go back, complete various tasks given by the system and upgrade the system to gain permissions."
"I knew it wasn't that simple." Liao Mingyu frowned and thought for a while, then calmed down.
My parents are not too old. My parents were in business in their early years and have a lot of savings. They can be considered middle class. Their life is not a problem at all, but they are those damn drug criminals.
Mingming was about to catch the gang with his teammates, but due to the informant's betrayal, their team was trapped in a tight siege. The whole team fought hard and all died. Originally, his life should be the same as that of his teammates, but now he survived by some strange combination of circumstances.
The only worry now is that the comrades in the original time and space must think that they have died in the battle. If my parents find out, how sad they will be.
Alas, forget it, let's make peace with what we have come. Anyway, there is still a chance to go back, but this task may not be so easy to complete. No matter what, you have to die once and you are still scared.
Liao Mingyu himself has a rebellious, impulsive and free-spirited personality.
In order to sharpen his personality, his great-grandfather sent him to the army for training despite his parents' strong opposition.
Several years of military career have slowly smoothed his edges and taught him what it means to be calm and to see the overall situation.
Especially during the years when he entered the Southwest Falcon, the high-intensity training and missions on the edge of life and death allowed him to learn a lot of skills, and at the same time, he became stronger and more mature inside. No longer blindly impulsive like a young boy...
Just as he was thinking wildly, the system's voice sounded again: "The initial gift package has been detected. Could the host enable it?"
"Oh? There is also a gift package, open it. This year 1942 was the most difficult years of the Anti-Japanese War. If you don't give me something good, how can I survive? Is it worthy of my time travel?" Liao Mingyu couldn't help but be happy. road.
"The initial gift package is opening
Congratulations to the host for getting an m1911 pistol and 200 rounds of .45 caliber bullets.
Military first aid kit x 2.
A set of military uniforms for the commander of the expeditionary legion.
Chinese official rifle x10, 200 bullets.
A copy of the colonel commander's military ID card, and host-related information has been successfully implanted into the government archives of this time and space.
One military storage bag, 10 kilograms of pork, 10 kilograms of white flour, 1 kilogram of green onions, a bottle of soy sauce, a bundle of vermicelli, 10 packs of cigarettes, lard, salt... All are now stored in the system warehouse, and the host can take them out at any time. "
"What the hell, the front is quite serious, but the back is all nonsense, but you gave me the status of group leader, are you planning to bring a food group out?"
Liao Mingyu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "Oh wait, 1942, Zenda, group leader, pork, vermicelli... This damn isn't my group leader in the world of my group, right?!"
Having said that, the TV series "My Leader, My Team" is a film and television work that Liao Mingyu particularly likes. The story in it is full of twists and turns. In fact, many characters in the original work did not end well, which is something he has always regretted.
Unexpectedly, I actually traveled into this world now. Meng Fan, Yao Ma, Bu La, Mi Long, Vet Hao...the guys in the cannon fodder group.
"Hey, these guys are probably still making pork stewed vermicelli."
Just when I thought of this, the system voice sounded again: "Mission released, go to the cannon fodder regiment backbone courtyard, help them cook an authentic pork stewed vermicelli, and become the leader of the Sichuan Corps. Mission reward: Military first aid kit × 10, 30 pieces, medium and formal Rifles
Alas, now that he is making pork and vermicelli stew, he really thinks of himself as the leader of the food group, but for the clues to go back and the expectations in his heart, he has to go even if he doesn't.
This would steal Yu Xiaoqing's life, but Liao Mingyu believed that with his ability and the help of the system, he would be able to turn this group of cannon fodder into an iron-blooded force that marches forward bravely.
So he took out the officer's uniform from the warehouse, complete with jacket, trousers, military boots, and military cap. The two stripes and three stars on the collar badge represent his status as colonel leader, and there is a nameplate on his chest with his personal information.
With a height of 1.8 meters, wearing this well-fitting military uniform, the whole person becomes more upright. I played with the M1911 pistol for a while. Although the magazine only has 7 rounds, the caliber of .45 is unmatched by ordinary 9mm pistol bullets. Extremely high human restraint, basically one shot can incapacitate the enemy.
This is known as the most classic pistol during World War II. It has served in the US military for 74 years. The silver-gray gun body is simple and elegant.
Liao Mingyu was very satisfied with this gun. Just like that, he inserted the gun into the holster, packed 10 kilograms of pork, soy sauce, green onions and other ingredients in storage bags, and walked towards the courtyard where the cannon fodder gathered.
After not walking far, the first thing that came into view was a dilapidated old-fashioned courtyard. A group of soldiers dressed in rags, like beggars, were cooking something around a large pot.
A thin figure ran over hurriedly, holding two cabbages in his hand: "Let, let, let me join, I will join."
Bu La, whose real name was Deng Bao, was a Hunan soldier with always messy hair. He was a poor soldier who pawned all his guns.
"Hey, I'm joining the team. Did you see, there are two big cabbages?" Bu Xi, who was as skinny as a monkey, held up the cabbage and said to everyone with a smile.
"You bitch, where did you steal some cabbage?" Sichuan Bing Yaoma kicked him out of temper.
He originally brought back some cabbage, but compared to the spicy ones, his cabbage was just like a few rotten vegetable leaves. The two of them were laughing and joking.
"Raise it higher, slow it down, and pour it down slowly. This is the best mountain spring water," Snake Butt, who was born in the Guangdong Army, directed the crowd.
Kang Ya took a small bag of salt and sprinkled the salt into the pot with exaggerated movements like a salt spreader. She stirred the soup in the pot with a stick and took a sip: "Hmm! It's so fresh."
At this time, Major Ayi came over, raised his head, brushed the bangs on his head, raised a small piece of poor pork and said proudly: "This piece of pork costs three pounds, four liang, and six dollars. It is hard-earned." , It’s hard-won, brothers, in the name of resisting Japan and saving the country, resisting foreign humiliation, and..."
"Bring it here, cut it quickly, cut it!"
Before he finished speaking, the meat was snatched away by everyone. "Don't dare to cut the pieces into larger pieces. If you cut them too big, they won't be cooked well. If you cut them into small pieces, they will rot easily. Eh..."
Vet Hao, who came from Shaanxi, wanted to give some advice, but was pushed aside by everyone. Everyone was smiling and ready to take the pot.
Meng Fan limped and took the vermicelli he stole from Xiaozui's house, threw the vermicelli into the pot with a shooting posture, and looked at everyone with pride.
"Oh, you can't stew it like this, it will turn into a mushy soup." The snake's buttocks burst into pain.
"Hey, that one at the door, what do you do?" Kaname noticed Liao Mingyu standing at the door, and everyone turned around to look at him curiously.
Liao Mingyu smiled slightly, raised his head and said loudly: "I am your captain!"
"Captain?"
Kaname was confused and looked at Fura and the others in confusion. Bu La also shook his head and said he didn't know what was going on.
While adding firewood to the bottom of the pot, Meng Fanxiao said angrily: "Hey, we are a cannon fodder with half of our body rotten, and the leader is still worried about our relationship."
Everyone also looked at the man who claimed to be the leader in confusion. The clean and tidy military uniform and leather boots were a bit incompatible with the environment here.
He has a tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a wheat-colored face with sharp edges and corners, and the corners of his mouth are naturally raised. Even if he doesn't usually smile, he gives people a smiling expression, but his sharp eyes also reveal a hint of majesty.
Liao Mingyu ignored him, knowing that Meng Fanxiao was a poisonous person in the original work. He strode to the cooking pot, lifted the straw hat covering the mouth of the pot and smelled: "Are you making pork stewed vermicelli? Do you know what pork stewed vermicelli is?"
A group of soldiers stood there, staring at each other in confusion.
"They know nothing. They are a bunch of bastards." Milong, a Northeastern soldier who was lying on the hammock and eating watermelon, said disdainfully and spit out a mouthful of watermelon seeds at everyone in annoyance.
Mi Long is the richest person in the entire cannon fodder regiment. Before the defeat, he was the army's munitions director. After a defeat, the entire army suffered heavy casualties and the organization was broken up. Mi Long survived, but a large number of supplies became cheaper for this guy. .
Liao Mingyu smiled and threw the bag forward, good guy! Everyone took a closer look and saw that the white pork was evenly fat and thin. It was definitely the best pork belly. It weighed at least 10 kilograms. Ayi's pitifully small piece of pork was almost indescribable in comparison. There were also white noodles, green onions, and soy sauce vermicelli. …
"Hey, the stuff is pretty hard, sir. You just came from the black market."
"Um, be good."
"Gu"
Bu La swallowed hard, but was slapped on the head by Gao Nu. "You're such a worthless thing, how can you be so greedy for two pieces of pork?" He leaned his face over again, smiling. He showed two big teeth: "Sir, do you need help?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to eat an authentic meal of vermicelli stewed with cabbage and pork?"
"think"
Everyone replied in unison, this damn thing is more uniform than shouting slogans.
"Okay, today I will show you what real cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli is!"
