"Whoosh~"
"Bang~"
"Boom~"
…
Zhang Yang woke up to the sound of an explosion. The moment he opened his eyes, a burst of gravel and dust flew in front of his eyes.
In response to personal stress, Zhang Yang immediately protected his entire cheek.
Just kidding, he is a popular star and relies on his face to make a living. If there is any damage to his face, wouldn't it be a smash?
"Platoon Commander, Platoon Commander, are you okay~"
After the explosion stopped, before Zhang Yang could get up from the ground, several anxious voices suddenly came from above him.
"Platoon leader? What are you calling me?" A series of questions ran through Zhang Yang's mind.
Three soldiers stepped forward and used all their strength to help Zhang Yang sit up on the ground.
"My god, where is this?"
The first thing Zhang Yang saw was the bloody intestines and internal organs scattered on the ground in the trench not far away...
Could it be that I cut off the footage myself and am I at the filming location?
Zhang Yang raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see the usual cameras and staff, not even his agent was there!
The puzzled Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at the bloody scene on the ground again, and his intuition told him that that thing didn't look like a prop!
Zhang Yang remained silent and his brain cells were working desperately, which made the three soldiers beside him anxious.
"What's going on? Why hasn't the platoon leader said anything? Could it be that his brain was damaged by the kid's shells?"
A loud sound came from above behind Zhang Yang. The speaker was none other than the big man one of the three soldiers. At this moment, he was acting as Zhang Yang's backrest.
"vigorously!"
In just two words, the warning is self-evident.
The speaker was the bespectacled soldier on Zhang Yang's right.
"What are you doing? I didn't say anything else. What's wrong with you, scholar?"
The big guy, Wang Dali, rubbed his neck and muttered unwillingly.
"Hey, okay, okay, Dali, please stop saying a few words. The most important thing now is the platoon leader!"
As soon as Wang Dali finished speaking, before the scholar could say anything, the soldiers on Zhang Yang's left hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
…
As everyone knows, while the three of them were chattering, Zhang Yang also had a different experience.
Pictures appeared one after another in Zhang Yang's mind, like a movie.
"Ah~"
As the number of images in his mind increased sharply, Zhang Yang felt a splitting headache and couldn't help holding his head and wailing.
Human brain capacity is limited. It is normal to have a headache when it is suddenly overloaded!
"Platoon commander~, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yang's wail frightened the three people around him.
The three of them were at a loss. Wang Dali raised his hand to put it on Zhang Yang's shoulder, but he slowly put it down again with a tangled expression on his face.
The scholar didn't have so many scruples and grabbed Zhang Yang's hands that were holding his head.
"Platoon leader, don't scare us!"
Although the soldier on the left didn't say anything, looking at his expression of whether to cry or not, one can imagine that seeing Zhang Yang like this made him feel bad.
Fortunately, after a while, Zhang Yang returned to normal, and the confusion in his eyes turned into panic.
He actually traveled through time!
This is the conclusion Zhang Yang came to after just fusing the memory of this body.
Zhang Yang is a front-line actor. Most of his works are military and anti-Japanese war.
After the show, Zhang Yang’s hatred for Little Japan is real.
It is said that actors are heartless and their expressions are meaningless. This sentence is not practical to show that he is a Chinese with full of patriotic feelings.
Zhang Yang is currently in the Songhu battlefield, known as the flesh-and-blood mill in history. As for his identity, he is just the warrant officer platoon leader of a miscellaneous team.
"A miscellaneous team, holding the position for eight hours, I..."
Retrieving the current task from his memory, Zhang Yang felt a group of grazing horses galloping past.
As we all know, the biggest tragedy of a miscellaneous team is the weapons!
Made in Hanyang, old sleeves, 38 caps, Chinese formal rifles... all kinds of weapons appeared in front of Zhang Yang.
This is the weapon configuration they have now.
The Hanyang-made rifle was a high imitation of the 1888-style rifle, and it had been around for quite some time; in ancient times, it belonged to the previous dynasty.
The old sleeve is even worse. It was made in Hanyang in the earlier period. Because the technology was not up to standard, a sleeve could only be installed on the barrel, hence the name.
The service life of the old slide is at least ten or twenty years old, and the rifling inside the gun body has long been smoothed.
If you rely on such equipment to defeat the Japs, you will most likely have to rely on luck.
But the superiors actually arranged a task to hold the position. Isn't this indirectly sending people to death? No wonder Zhang Yang was cursing.
"I'm fine~"
Even if you scold him, you still have to deal with the three people around him.
As soon as Zhang Yang opened his mouth, the three of them, Scholar and Wang Dali, were relieved of their worries.
The three of them are Zhang Yang's confidants. Zhang Yang has always taken good care of them, but they don't want anything to happen to Zhang Yang!
"Ta-ta-ta, swish-swish, puff-puff-puff..."
"The little devil is here again!"
Before Scholar, Wang Dali and the others could express more concern, the Japs launched another attack on their position.
Artillery fire fell like bolides near their position, and countless bullets also fell on the soil and sandbags in front of them.
The battle started, and seeing that Zhang Yang was okay, Shu Sheng, Wang Dali and the others also picked up the tools at hand, strode to their respective positions, lay down on the ground, and raised their guns towards the little devil. direction to block.
As for Zhang Yang, listening to the constant sound of gunfire in his ears, he instinctively squatted on the ground and held his head tightly with both hands.
Fortunately, the soldiers around him were all focused on stopping the little devil, and no one noticed that he looked like a "good-for-nothing". Otherwise~, he would be thrown into the grandma's house for shame!
After a while, Zhang Yang gradually adapted to this environment.
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
What fell into Zhang Yang's eyes were figures fighting bravely against the little devils.
"We are all children of our father and our mother. There is no reason why they are not afraid of me. They are all here anyway, so let's die. If we can kill two little devils before we die, this life will not be in vain!"
The blood in Zhang Yang's bones was suddenly aroused.
Fearing that those factors had already been packed up and forgotten by Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang picked up a Hanyang handmade from the soldiers who died not far away, and fell down next to the scholar with firm steps.
Hanyang made this thing, and this was Zhang Yang’s first time using a real thing.
He had used them before when he was acting, but they were all molds. Fortunately, the overall structure of the two was similar. The loading process was very smooth and did not reveal any abnormalities.
"Bang~"
Zhang Yang held the gun and silently meditated on the essentials of ballooning in later generations. At three points and one line, he pulled the trigger towards a little devil in front.
The result~, of course, I missed.
"Bang, bang!"
Two more shots, still..., missed! ! !
