Chapter 1 In Spring

Spring in Munich begins with the tender green of the oak branches on the streets. The spring of 1907 came not too late. It seemed that I woke up overnight. With the advent of a sunny day, the branches turned green and spring came.

Mrs. Sillem, who was making broth in the kitchen, was in a good mood. She looked at the Chinese boy named Jian Xiongfang next to the oak tree in the yard from time to time. She remembered that Fang was still a twelve-year-old boy when he first moved in. In the blink of an eye,

Six years have passed, and Fang has grown very tall. He does not look like an Oriental at all. Mrs. Sealem has always felt that the reason why the child can grow to 180 centimeters is mainly due to her own cooking. During the winter, the child survived

After suffering from typhoid fever, she became healthy again in the spring, and her pale face regained color. Seeing the child doing oriental-specific exercises in the yard, Mrs. Hiram thought this was the victory of youth and the result of her careful care.

As a result, my mood became better and better, and my face was full of smiles.

Although the most depressing period has passed, Fang Jianxiong's mood is not good, it can even be said to be bad. From 2012 to 1907, such unscientific things like time travel can happen, why don't you live in a better era?

.These are troubled times! In troubled times, human life is worse than that of a dog!

This is how time travel happened. Fang Jianxiong was playing a small application on "What did he do in his previous life" in the QQ space. Unexpectedly, his vision turned black and he lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he was already lying on a hospital bed in this room.

My unlucky past life seemed to have been tested by typhoid fever. Fortunately, in this era when Western medicine had little means of treating typhoid fever, I managed to survive without dying and becoming a lonely ghost wandering in a foreign land. Maybe if it hadn't been for time travel, I might have been in my previous life.

He must have died from such a typhoid fever.

The only thing that Fang Jianxiong was lucky about was that he had a good skin in his previous life, he was 1.8 meters tall, and he was strong enough to practice martial arts for a long time. He left some memories in his previous life, which made Fang Jianxiong, a technical nerd and masturbator, not to be in this strange place.

The eyes of the era turned black.

Fang Jianxiong, male, 18 years old, from Wuhu County, Anhui Province. His grandfather was a rice merchant, and his father Fang Youde was a commoner. He worked in a foreign company run by a German in Shanghai. I don’t know how his father operated. Fang Jianxiong followed a businessman when he was 12 years old.

When I came to Germany, I first studied at the Army Primary School and was admitted to the Munich Army School at the age of sixteen. This is the last year. Fortunately, the typhoid fever did not delay Fang Jianxiong's last half year of internship. Tomorrow seems to be the day to go to school and wait for the internship assignment.

The fist is like a meteor, the eyes are like electricity, the waist is like a snake, and the feet are like diamonds. The middle part of the tail is straight and the spirit is piercing the top, hard and soft, round and flexible, connected up and down. The body is loose and the spirit is strong and restrained, the whole body is light and the head is hanging. The deficiency and excess of yin and yang change rapidly, the source of fate.

At the waist.

Silently reciting the fist fight in his mind, Fang Jianxiong was extremely serious about every move. These are troubled times, and good skills can greatly increase the chance of survival.

After one session of boxing, I was covered in stinky sweat. Every joint and every pore in my body felt so comfortable. It felt really good.

"Oh! My child, the broth is ready. Go wash up quickly and come back to drink the soup." Mrs. Silem stood on the steps with a loving look on her face. This child from the East is very sensible, hard-working, and long-lived.

He is handsome and very popular with Mrs. Sillem.

"Mom, you are so kind to me, I'm even jealous." Hansen came in from the door carrying a medical box. He is the son of Mrs. Sealem. After graduating from medicine in three years, he opened a private clinic. Hansen

He is a warm-hearted person and has a good reputation in the slum area.

"My son, why are you back so early?"

"I seemed to smell the aroma of the broth you made, so I ran back." Hansen looked around and talked to him.

While the mother and son were talking, Fang Jianxiong walked to the washbasin next to him, took off his shorts, raised a bucket of cold water and poured it on himself. There was a splash of water, and Hansen turned his head and exclaimed: "Oh, damn,

Fang, have you forgotten that you were feeling better just now?"

"Have fun! Hansen, you should try this too." Fang Jianxiong, who was covered in blood, shouted with a smile, without feeling cold at all. On the contrary, Mrs. Silem was frightened, and she exclaimed: "Oh, God

, my child, what’s wrong with you?”

"Madam, I'm very good, really, I'm not going to lie to you."

Under the worried eyes of Mrs. Xilem, Fang Jianxiong returned to his room, put on clean underwear and a military uniform. The room was about ten square meters, with a bed, a table and a wardrobe, and was very simple. There was a side panel on the wardrobe.

Mirror, standing in front of the mirror, what I see is a brave yet elegant young man.

Fang Jianxiong was a little satisfied. When he first recovered, he looked a bit girly in the mirror. After a period of exercise and recovery, and wearing a military uniform, the pretty girl's aura was much concealed.

"Hey handsome guy, you are the best!" Routine self-anesthesia every day is a good habit developed by otakus, although this habit cannot change the fact that otakus still rely on their hands to solve problems when they are thirty years old.

His efforts to make himself feel better soon failed. Before time travel, Fang Jianxiong was a technician in an arsenal. He was also the lowest-end person in the office who served tea and water and drew some sketches.

.My biggest hobby is looking at things and playing with models when I have nothing to do. I especially like models of German military equipment. In addition, there is also a hands-on hobby for self-entertainment that is not suitable for children. The main benefit of forming this hobby is

The literary and artistic workers headed by Teacher Yu Cang devoted themselves to the project.

"Handsome guy, since you're here, let's show off your bastard spirit!" This time the self-anesthesia effect is good, and a sense of pride that the brother is the protagonist arises spontaneously. Well, the loving mother of Xi Lime in the living room is here

After being summoned, Fang Jianxiong straightened his Zhengde-style pointed hat and walked out the door with a smile.

The taste of the soup was average, but under the kind eyes of the German mother, Fang Jianxiong, who had recovered, still drank a large bowl of soup. Putting down the soup spoon, Fang Jianxiong smiled at Mrs. Sillem: "Dear Madam, we will start tomorrow.

I am about to join the army for internship, and I may have to stay in the army for a while."

"Oh, child, have you recovered?" Mrs. Silem asked with concern. Fang Jianxiong nodded: "Don't worry, I'm as strong as a cow now."

"Okay, Hansen, you take Fang back to school."

"He's not a child..., okay!" Meeting his mother's stubborn eyes, Hansen gave up resistance.

When the two of them went out, Mrs. Silem stood at the gate and waved. It was in her mind that for more than a month, it was the careful care of this foreign mother that gave Fang Jianxiong a second life.

"Okay, Mom can't see me anymore. Give me your luggage." Fang Jianxiong stopped and stretched out his hand. Hansen handed over the military uniform and muttered: "Hey, that's my mother." Fang Jianxiong put the luggage on his back and turned around with a smile: "Mrs.

She gave me a second life, so she is also my mother."

Fang Jianxiong, who was carrying his luggage, got on the tram. The clanking sound went away. Hansen, who was standing there, said to himself habitually: "This guy seems to have changed a bit. Well, he is much more cheerful than before."

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A group of graduating cadets lined up neatly on the playground. Although he was not bad in height, Fang Jianxiong with a yellow face stood out among a group of white people.

Instructor Kahn, who was holding his hands behind his back, looked at the students with satisfaction, and finally stood in front of Fang Jianxiong. After looking up and down, he nodded and said, "Fang, are you completely cured of your illness?"

"Yes! Instructor, thank you, instructor!" Fang Jianxiong stood at attention and replied loudly. Kahn was very satisfied and said: "Your grades are very good. You must perform well when you go to the army for internship. I believe you will become an outstanding officer."

officer!"

"Yes! Instructor, I will definitely work hard!"

Returning to the opposite side of the queue, Instructor Kahn said loudly: "Whoever's name is read below, please come up and receive the notice and equipment!"

"Leif!" "Here we go!" A student stepped out of the queue and walked to the quartermaster on the side to receive his backpack and firearms.

"Report to the instructor! I protest! I refuse to use this extremely dangerous pistol!" Leif, who was the first to come out, shouted. Instructor Kahn glanced at him: "The protest is invalid. Currently, this is the only pistol available.

Here you go!”

"Report to the instructor!" Fang Jianxiong made a voice. Kahn turned to look at him and said: "Fang, do you have any questions?"

"Reporting to the instructor, I think this is an extremely excellent pistol, as long as you learn to use it correctly!"

"Okay, you can teach your classmates how to use it correctly later. I'm very busy now. Next, Nafu."

Mauser pistol, caliber 7.63, one of the earliest automatic pistols in the world. This popular pistol in China has not become a standard weapon in Europe and the United States, not because it is not good, but because it is too expensive and many other factors

.

As a technical geek, Fang Jianxiong can name many names for this kind of gun in China. Box gun, speed machine, Zilaide, big mirror, big belly box, shell gun and so on.

After receiving the equipment and an internship notice in an envelope, Fang Jianxiong did not open the envelope in a hurry, but first took out the pistol loaded with ten rounds and looked at it.

"Hey, Fang! Wait for us." Someone called from behind. When he turned around, he saw his classmate Bob. This guy was very strong, half a head taller than Fang Jianxiong. He walked like a crab.

Fang Jianxiong did very well in the military academy and had almost no friends. This Bob, in my memory, had a good relationship with Fang Jianxiong, one of the two rare friends.

"Wait for me!" Another guy caught up with equipment. This guy's name was Pierre. He was not big and had very bright eyes. Pierre was another friend of Fang Jianxiong.

"Fang, this is indeed an excellent pistol, but unfortunately it is not a suitable pistol for the German army." Biel came up and spoke with a smile, glancing at the gun in Fang Jianxiong's hand.

Bob whispered: "I heard that these guns were given to us because they couldn't be wasted."

"This gun is too bulky for an officer," Biel sighed.
Chapter completed!