In 1950, inside the peninsula
A long train was like a giant steel beast, roaring like a roar in the ice and snow. The biting cold wind penetrated into the carriage like a knife and blew on the faces of everyone in the seventh insertion company.
"Brother, brother, how are you?"
Wu Wanli pulled Wu Qianli's collar and shook his body anxiously.
"It's his grandma's. I'll look for him in other carriages and bring a medical soldier here. If he can't be cured, I'll kill him."
Yu Congrong gritted his teeth, his eyes red and his face full of anger, and he was about to rush out.
"Stop! What are you doing? Do you still have organization and discipline in your eyes?"
Mei Sheng immediately stopped Yu Conrong and scolded him, but after looking at Wu Qianli, he shook his head and sighed, letting go of Yu Conrong and said slowly
"That's all, go ahead and be polite to your comrades."
After hearing Mei Sheng's words, Yu Congrong nodded heavily and was about to go forward when suddenly a loud shout came.
"Air strike! US air strike!"
As warning shouts rang out, a large number of volunteers immediately picked up their guns and important items and hurried off the train.
"Wu Wanli, take the company commander and evacuate quickly. Others should not bring too many things and move quickly!"
Mei Sheng ordered immediately.
"Got it, instructor!"
Wu Wanli didn't have time to talk nonsense, so he gritted his teeth and picked up Wu Qianli's whole life, and ran out of the train with all his strength.
"call out--"
"call out--"
"call out--"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The hovering plane dived quickly, and the roar of the huge engine directly covered up the anxious warning shouts of the volunteers.
As several black spots quickly fell with the sound of tearing the air, sparks exploded in the train carriages. Some carriages were blown up and then fell heavily to the ground. A curtain of snow was set off, and several carriages were destroyed. It exploded to pieces on the spot, with fragments and sawdust flying out in all directions.
"This...where is this...why am I here?"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Wu Qianli finally woke up slowly and looked around with confusion.
"Cough cough cough..."
The pungent smoke mixed with the smell of blood was like a sharp sword penetrating Wu Qianli's nasal cavity, making Wu Qianli cough repeatedly.
"Brother! Brother, you finally woke up! Hahahaha..."
Wu Wanli opened his mouth wide and looked at Wu Qianli who suddenly fell into a coma in disbelief. For a moment, he grinned widely and his joy was beyond words.
"elder brother?"
After experiencing rebirth, "Wu Qianli" looked at the familiar figure in front of him. He seemed to understand something for a moment, but he was still stunned in surprise.
"Ah - my head hurts so much!"
Before he could react, a sudden burst of pain occurred. Wu Qianli covered his head and rolled on the ground in pain, as if countless small hammers were clanging against Wu Qianli's forehead.
In an instant, countless memories of this body poured into his brain, and he finally understood that he should have died accidentally while performing a mission as a top soldier and came to the Changjin Lake Movie World.
"This is so fucking frustrating..."
Wu Qianli thought about the situation at that time, and felt sad and angry for a moment.
"boom!"
Another burst of explosions exploded near Wu Qianli. The huge shock wave set off a large curtain of snow, which fell heavily again, half covering Wu Qianli. The decibels of the explosion that resounded through the sky made Wu Qianli's ears hurt, and there was a buzzing sound. The tinnitus sounded.
Waves of fire clouds are still rising from time to time, making the ice and snow just hot. Broken arms and legs are scattered everywhere. The blood mist splashing from time to time shows the cruelty of this war. The air is filled with a smell of human flesh. The burning smell is disgusting.
"Brother! Brother, are you okay?"
Wu Wanli rushed forward anxiously, and used his hands that were red from the cold to pull away the small snowdrifts on Wu Qianli's body.
"Bah! These American sons of bitches, sooner or later I will make you look good!"
Wu Qianli spat out the snow particles in his mouth, listened to the wailing of the soldiers of the 7th Intersection Company, stared at the American bombers hovering in the sky with red eyes, clenched his fists, and punched the snow hard.
"Ding - Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Bright Sword System!"
At this time, a system prompt echoed in Wu Qianli's mind.
