"Ding, the system loading is complete and starting..."
"Ding, the system started successfully!"
"Ding, multiple injuries to the host's body have been detected, and his life is in danger. The novice gift package has been changed to healing benefits!"
"Ding, the benefits have been used and the host's body has returned to its best condition."
"Ding, the current time and space timeline is October 1, 1938. Please remember the original intention and the original promise, and attack the three islands of Japan as soon as possible!"
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Liu Yu looked at the scene in front of him, and a row of black lines on his face slid directly from his forehead to his chin.
I vaguely remember that when I was browsing a certain sound on my mobile phone, I came across a temple in Ningcheng that was dedicated to the Japanese massacre of war criminals. As a retired soldier, Liu Yu couldn't bear it at that time. He picked up the keyboard and pointed it at those bald donkeys. The eighteenth generation of ancestors is a burst of cordial greetings.
He was originally a scumbag, so he naturally had no sense of self-cultivation when he cursed people. It was as unpleasant as it was, but who would have thought that before he could get enough of the scolding, his cell phone exploded while plugged into the charger, knocking him unconscious at that time. passed.
He was still in a daze just now, but suddenly a large amount of memory came to his mind. Before he could fully accept this memory, another mechanical electronic sound appeared.
After completely accepting another memory in his mind, Liu Yu slowly opened his eyes.
He really couldn't figure it out, why did his phone explode and send him through time?
"The bed board is so hard. Is it a stone board?" This was Liu Yu's first thought.
"It's quite irritating!" Liu Yu twisted his body and glanced at the edge of the bed, only to realize that the cushion under his body was now straw.
As for the bed, there was no such thing as a bed. It was just a door panel, laid directly on the ground.
Look around again, if you don't feel dark when you open your eyes, it turns out to be a cave.
Looking further away, I saw a dozen men in rags lying on the ground.
Looking at the man closest to him, Liu Yu subconsciously called out his name: "Xizi..."
Maybe it was because he hadn't been in the water for a long time, so his voice was slightly hoarse and the volume was not enough, but he still woke up the man.
Zhang Erxi looked up in Liu Yu's direction in confusion. After making eye contact with Liu Yu, he wiped his eyes in disbelief. After confirming that it was not an hallucination, he was so surprised that he rolled over to Liu Yu's side.
"Captain, are you awake?"
Then he turned to another person and shouted: "Uncle Jiang, the captain is awake!"
Everyone was woken up by Zhang Erxi's voice. After confirming the situation, they all gathered around Liu Yu with expressions of surprise.
"Oh, I just said that the captain wouldn't die that easily. Wouldn't he be able to survive now?" A tall and rough man said with a smile.
"Uuuuuuuu, captain, you are worrying us to death!" This is a half-year-old child.
"Why are you crying? You cried when the captain was injured, and you're still crying now that you're awake. Why can't you stop peeing?" A middle-aged man with a cigarette bag in his hand yelled at the half-grown child, and looked at him while speaking. He slapped lightly on the forehead.
Others also spoke with words of concern, some asked if they were hungry, and some asked if they were thirsty, which moved Liu Yu for a while.
Thinking back again, I remembered that their group had just come face to face with a class of Japanese soldiers in order to protect a group of ordinary people.
There were more than 50 people on their side, and they defeated about 10 Japanese soldiers. As a result, they lost miserably, with only 15 people left. The captain Liu Yu was seriously injured and the instructor died.
While mourning the fallen heroes in his heart, Liu Yu asked, "Have the folks gone into the mountains?"
Uncle Jiang in Zhang Erxi's mouth took hold of Liu Yu's hand, patted it and said, "Don't worry, we've all gone into the mountains."
Liu Yu nodded: "That's good."
Then he closed his eyes as the last memories of the body's original owner came flooding back.
It was a scene of more than 50 of them rushing towards the Japanese. Although there were only about 10 Japanese on the opposite side, there was a crooked machine gun.
On his side, there were only newly recruited recruits. The few bullets had already been used up. Everyone was holding cold weapons. Before they could rush to the enemy, most of them were killed by machine guns. fall.
When the fighting came to a close, except for Liu Yu and the few veterans who followed him, no one else was a match for the Japanese. And his instructor was stabbed through the chest with a bayonet by a Japanese sneak attack in order to save him.
In the end, although they hacked all the dozen or so Japs to death, the Japs' reinforcements had also arrived. From a distance of several hundred meters, they blasted down a few more guerrillas with a grenade, and even Liu Yu himself was seriously injured, and in the end he only gave an order to retreat and fell unconscious.
The feeling brought by the clear picture is not what I could have experienced when watching TV in my previous life!
Liu Yu's instructor was from the same hometown as him, and he also participated in the Red Army with him before the Red Army crossed the grassland. At that time, they were also half-grown children, both only sixteen years old. Last year the Red Army was reorganized, and they were assigned to the third battalion of the 771st Regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army.
He is not only a fellow countryman, but also an old comrade-in-arms, and a good brother who can protect him from the knife!
A tear slipped silently from the corner of Liu Yu's eyes. The memory of the original owner of the body, coupled with his own respect for the martyrs, still made this tough guy of two generations cry.
When everyone around them saw this situation, they knew that their captain was mourning the instructor and the others, so they wisely did not speak any more, but turned and left silently.
Not only Liu Yu, they also need to be quiet for a while.
When fighting on the battlefield, you laugh at life and death, but after you survive, you will grieve for the sacrifice of your comrades.
This is what soldiers do.
Only Uncle Jiang stayed by Liu Yu's side. After everyone had gone away, he comforted him: "Captain, don't be too sad. There's no one who won't die in a war. So, if you're hungry, I'll go." Can I give you something to eat?"
Liu Yu opened his eyes and wiped his tears, smiled and said to Uncle Jiang, "I'm really a little hungry."
"Hahaha, it's good to be hungry. If you know you're hungry, it means your injury is almost healed!" Uncle Jiang smiled and patted Liu Yu's arm, then stood up and left, walking out of the cave.
Liu Yu also sat up. He wanted to stand up just now, but for some reason, his body always felt a little uncoordinated. Only now did he fully adapt.
After taking a look at his current body, he opened his eyes wide in shock and exclaimed inwardly: "Oh! What brand of feed did this animal grow up on?"
He looked at his hands. They were like cattail leaf fans, wide, thick, and full of calluses. A slap like that could kill someone!
Looking at the arms, they are thick, clenched fists, and full of veins.
Standing up unsteadily, Liu Yu felt that he was about 1.8 meters tall, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's not acromegaly!"
