"Swish~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" The earth still trembled continuously, the mountains were wild, filled with pungent gunpowder and the smell of smoke and dust.

A soldier who was suspected of being "dead" in the deep trench tweaked his fingers slightly, and then his eyes closed hard to open a small gap. When he saw the terrible and suspicious scenes around him, he was "dead" again.

"Hurry up, the enemy's artillery fire has stopped, get up for me!" The bearded officer hiding in the trench in the distance finished shouting loudly, lifted his legs and kicked the recruit who had been tensely nervous next to him and then shouted loudly: "Damn, don't be a coward for me, let's take the look of soldiers and show the commanders in the regiment!"

After saying that, he took the Sden submachine gun in his hand and jumped onto the high stool standing beside him. Seeing the commander like this, these soldiers who were also curled up in the deep trench of Gundam and two people stood up mechanically and carried the guns to the short ladder that was resting on the bottom of the trench.

Everything that happened just now was very clear about the dead soldier lying at the bottom of the cold trench. Hearing their conversation and everything he saw just now showed that there must be some fierce battle at this time, and judging from the clothes and equipment of these soldiers, this must be the best soldier.

"Where am I? Have I traveled through time?" While the fallen soldiers were still secretly guessing, the bearded officer in the trench issued an order again.

"Listen to my orders, save bullets, and wait until the enemy enters a range of 200 meters before firing. At that time, the owners with goods will open their hands to fight me. Grandma, I want these little Japanese to taste the power of my Master He San." After the officer said that, he picked up his weapons and started to meow without waiting for the promises of the soldiers around him.

In this way, the soldier who was suspected to have died at the bottom of the trench was more sure where he was now. However, he tried to move his body just now, but fortunately, his head was a little painful and there was no serious injury in other places except for the ones. I just don’t know why he was carried here.

"Is the body I possessed scared to death? Or?" the dead soldier thought helplessly.

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the fallen soldiers, and then stopped beside them. Two seconds later, the passing soldier stretched out his cold fingers and tried his breathing on the soldier's lips, and then shouted in surprise: "Third Master! Yang Yiming is not dead, Platoon Commander Yang is still alive!"

Hearing the soldiers' calls, Mr. He San, who was lying on the trench, was stunned at first and then laughed a few times before saying, "Well, I know this kid will not be killed. Xiao Qiuba woke him up for me, and grandma's enemy is coming soon~~~~"

"Yeah, OK!"

"My name is Yang Yiming? Am I still a platoon leader? Then I..."

Before Yang Yiming could continue to think about it, the soldier had stretched out his right hand to help Yang Yiming up, then unscrewed the kettle and handed it to Yang Yiming's mouth. At this moment, Yang Yiming opened his eyes and quickly looked at the surrounding environment, then moved his eyes back to the soldier beside him who was called Xiao Qiuba.

"Huh?" Seeing the thin little Qiuba in front of him, Yang Yiming never expected that he would connect with the Bingpi. His lips moved and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Mr. He San from the trench sent an order to fight.

"Brothers, the little Japanese is coming up. I will beat me hard. Keep this time. When I go to the city, I will take you to the kiln."

Faced with Mr. He's promise, many soldiers didn't know if they would still be killed or enjoyed it. However, given this kind of joke, everyone's nervous hearts were relieved a lot.

With the help of Xiaoqiu Ba, Yang Yiming stood up and looked at the specific item occupied by his soul. Yang Yiming was still very satisfied. Although it was not very tall and mighty, it was at least two heads taller than Xiaoqiu Ba next to him. According to estimates, there should be one in 1.8 meters.

Seeing Yang Yiming stand up, Xiao Qiuba shouted: "Platform Leader Yang, why don't you take a break?"

Looking at Yang Yiming like this, Xiao Qiuba was a little worried because the people who came back from the God of Death were a little abnormal. This was also the one that Xiao Qiuba had seen the most as a temporary medical soldier in the past few days.

"Well, Xiaoqiu Ba, we're fine. By the way, where are we now? And what year are we now..." Although Yang Yiming knew that he was in the Republic of China, he was not very clear about the present.

Before Yang Yiming finished asking, Xiaoqiu Ba immediately had a look of surprise, but then he felt relieved. He thought that the fierce artillery fire of the Japanese army in the past two days would not be able to bear it. Many soldiers were scared by the power of the cannons, so it was understandable that Yang Yiming had amnesia temporarily.

Xiao Qiuba thought about it and said, "Brother Yang, do you really not remember?"

Yang Yiming shook his head, Xiaoqiuba continued, "We are in Niushou Mountain now, that is..."

When Xiao Qiuba said this, Yang Yiming was shocked.

It turned out that Yang Yiming was also named Yang Yiming in his previous life, but Yang Yiming in his previous life was an ordinary soldier from the subordinate agency of the Nanjing Corps of the Armed Police. He belonged to the inner guard armed police. It was strange that Yang Yiming came here inexplicably after returning to the military dormitory to sleep on his mission.

Yang Yiming has also seen many such novels about time traveling through time, but this may be the first time traveling through time without any signs.

As an inner guard armed policeman in the urban area of ​​Nanjing in his previous life, Yang knew very well about Nanjing, especially Niushou Mountain. Because in 1937, during the Nanjing Defense Battle, Niushou Mountain was the most intense place, and the 74th Army that guarded Niushou Mountain was almost wiped out until the end.

Since this is Niushou Mountain, Yang Yiming was afraid of what happened next. After the Niushou Mountain guarded by the 74th Army and Yuhuatai guarded by the 88th Division fell one after another, the Japanese army launched an attack on Nanjing City, and then the city walls faced cannons. Of course, what happened next after the Japanese army entered Nanjing was the Nanjing Massacre that all Chinese people were most familiar and unforgettable, and there were no words here for the time being.

Since I have traveled here now, how should I do this now? While the frontier position in Nanjing has not yet broken and fled? Go to the safe area to make some money by using his familiarity with history, and then marry a few wives and have children?

Shaking his head, as a soldier, it was something that Yang Yiming could not accept, so the remaining way was to live and die with the 74th Division, live and die with the Xiaoqiu Ba and He Sanye in front of him, and live and die with the third battalion of the entire position. As for when to die in battle? That's all a story.

Seeing Yang Yiming frowning, rolling his eyes, being indignant, and feeling disheartened. Xiao Qiuba's already outrageous mouth opened wider, and it took him a long time to speak: "Land Commander Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Thinking of his loss of composure, Yang Yiming smiled and said, "It's nothing, okay, you go and do your thing first."

"Oh, okay." Xiao Qiuba was also very happy, because the elder brother Yang in his mouth seemed to have changed like a different person. As for any changes, Xiao Qiuba didn't think about it carefully, as long as he was alive.

Seeing Xiaoqiu Ba running to the other side of the trench, Yang Yiming came to his senses. While Yang Yiming was looking for weapons, Master He San threw a rifle and five bullets from the trench. He also said, "The range of the mirror box is not enough, you can use this first!"

"Hey, Hanyang Made!" As Yang Yiming, who was a soldier and a military fan in his previous life, this robbery was very familiar. Hanyang Made was named after the German Type 88 rifle was copied at the Hanyang Arsenal. The scale of the gun is 2,000m in length, 1,293mm in length, and 5 fixed ammunition compartments. Although this gun is one level lower than the Japanese 38th cover and the Zhongzheng rifle made by the Republic of China government, it has been one of the main weapons in China until the end of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

He skillfully pulled the bolt and the bullets were already full of bullets. Seeing this, Yang Yiming couldn't help but sigh. As the most intense front-line battlefield, a soldier only had about ten bullets, so the military status of the entire Republic of China government can be imagined. But can the ten bullets in his hand be shot and killed by a few Japanese?

"Why are you still standing there? Come up quickly." Looking at Yang Yiming staring blankly with a rifle, a strong officer not far from Master He rose to his knees.

According to the vague memory, Yang Yiming knew that this was Xiao Dabiao, the commander of the Third Battalion, and because of his strength, he would use a big knife in his hand, so the second great man in the Third Battalion was besides the battalion commander He Sanye.

"Yes! Company Commander!" Yang Yan immediately gave a standard military salute, and then found a place to lie down.

"Yes! Company Commander!" Yang Yan immediately gave a standard military salute, and then found a place to lie down. As soon as he lay down, several capable men gathered around him, the oldest of whom was in his forties, and the youngest was just a little older than Xiaoqiu Ba.

Everyone felt relieved when they saw that Yang Yiming was not dead. After all, Yang Yiming was their platoon leader in front of him, and he was also good to them, so when they saw Yang Yiming alive, they all stepped forward one after another.

After a few greetings, Yang Yan said, "Well, I'm gone, the two squad leaders stayed, and the others went to the trenches to stand by."

In the vague memory in front of me, both of them were surnamed Liu, the older one was named Liu Huasheng, and the younger one was called Liu Huayun. It is said that they were from the same village and belonged to the Tang brothers. I don’t know why both of them came to join the army and even served in the same company.

"Platform leader, what instructions do you have?" Liu asked first.

"Well, there is no instruction. I just want to talk to you." Yang Yiming knew that in this era, Bing was the old man, but the official was the old man's, so he had a few confidants in his hands, who were the best among the old man. Yang Yan was just here for the first time, and he had this idea, so he deliberately got close to the two squad leaders, first to understand the situation, and second to be familiar with their nature.
Chapter completed!