"Boom, boom, boom, whoosh, whoosh, little devil, grandpa fought with you, boom, boom, boom." Jiang Haoran woke up suddenly after these voices filled his ears, and exclaimed, "What's the situation? The person has jumped up from the ground, because he got up a little too violently, the guide zhì people staggered forward two steps, and before they could stand firmly, they saw a bright bayonet that had been stabbed to the chest, perhaps out of instinct, Jiang Haoran was on the side, and his right hand copied forward, and he copied to the middle of a rifle, and when he went back, the other party rushed into his arms in a daze, his right hand did not stop, and his elbow was raised forward and upward, hitting the other party's jawbone, only to hear the sound of "click" after the bone breaking, After the opponent flew out of thin air for five or six meters, he fell heavily to the ground and remained motionless. This series of actions, not to mention that the other party didn't know how he died, and even Jiang Haoran didn't know how he did it.

"Oops, I killed someone", Jiang Haoran's first reaction was that this disaster was going to be big, only to feel that his scalp was numb for a while, his legs were a little disobedient, he stole too many things, and he had never done anything to kill people. Immediately, he looked at the guy who flew out, and muttered even more, why does this guy look so much like the legendary little Japan? The yellow military uniform and hat also have a fart curtain??????

"Back, behind you" Just as Jiang Haoran muttered, a woman's exclamation sounded.

Jiang Haoran froze, strangely feeling that there was danger approaching behind him, and he didn't seem to want to deal with it in his heart, but his body had already jumped into the air, and his right leg swept out in the air, hitting the head of a little devil. The poor little devil flew out as if he had been hit by a train, and he didn't have to think about it to see his "bullshit god" directly.

After a beautiful "roundabout kick", Jiang Haoran stuck to the ground like a nail, not moving at all, and his eyes swept left and right alertly. This sweep was not tight, and he was almost frightened. There are corpses all over the field, there are no heads, no hands, no feet, those that cut open their stomachs and flow out of their intestines, and those that smash open their brains and flow out of their brains. He finally understood, this was definitely not a dream, this kind of terrible visual impact, the thick smell of blood in the air, the smell of death brought by the rancid smell of corpses, and the sound of guns not far away really told him - he had been thrown alive by the little woman called "Worm" on a certain anti-Japanese battlefield in 1938, and the skill of killing two Japanese soldiers in less than two minutes just now was probably the effect of the "Phantom Dragon Battle Armor" she said.

There is no time for Jiang Haoran to think more on the battlefield, danger is always there, since he has come here, if he does not accept his fate, he may lose his life at any time. He quickly glanced at the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, and on the small peak, in addition to himself, he only saw four Japanese soldiers not far away, besieging two Chinese soldiers in Kuomintang uniforms. The Chinese soldiers staggered and fought and retreated, apparently unable to parry. His eyes rested on a large knife.

"Yo Sai, Nakagawa-kun, my valiant Imperial soldiers have finally cleared the remnants of the Shina Army. Ordered the troops to advance at full speed," Lieutenant General Yoshika Ryosuke, commander of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, said to his chief of staff, Major General Nakagawa Hiroshi, after seeing a glimpse of the battlefield on the mountain through a telescope.

"Yaga, damn Shina pig." Yoshika Ryosuke suddenly saw a soldier rushing towards him like a leopard in the oblique stab, and he didn't even see how the other party came out with the knife, but he saw the four noble heads of his heroic imperial soldiers flying into the sky almost at the same time. "Hurry, too fast." Ryosuke Jijia, who has always prided himself on his knife skills, couldn't help but feel a chill on his neck, and a cold air surged up from the bottom of his heart and didn't go away for a long time. He knew very well that if this person was not eliminated today, he would become a nightmare for the imperial army on the battlefield in the future.

"Nakagawa-kun, order the Yamaguchi squad to lead the headquarters, withdraw from the ambush position, rush to the position of the Shina army, and once encountered, do not fight him, immediately shoot and kill." "Hay."

"Company commander, company commander, you're not dead! Yes, company commander, we all thought you let that bomb blow up, I touched your nostrils and ran out of breath, why are you alive again? Woo, woo" The **** soldier saw Jiang Haoran, rushed up regardless of the pain, hugged him, and cried.

This scene made Jiang Haoran unexpected, and he couldn't help but have a sour nose and tears about to flow down, putting aside the bloody wind and rain, the infection of the comradeship of life and death, just in front of him, this scene made people so sad that they could only cry, and they could only cry and then be happy. But Jiang Haoran held back stiffly, he hoped to understand the situation immediately and find a way to get out of the predicament. "Okay, manly man, are you embarrassed to cry so earth-shattering? Little Japan is still watching us down there! When I wanted to cry and went home, I closed the door and hid under the quilt to cry. ”

"Home? Company commander, you said we could still go home! The slightly older soldier, with a long face, a high nose, and a sturdy body, wiped his tears with his hands stained with blood that he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy or his own, and asked with a look of surprise.

"Going home" is an extremely simple thing for anyone, but this simplicity is definitely a great luxury today, and this luxury is also painful. At this moment, Jiang Haoran secretly said to himself, "We must let them go home, and we must satisfy their simple luxury." ”

"Go home! I'm sure I'll be able to take you home, but now that we're running out of time, the little devil won't give us much time, and what I want to tell you is that although the bomb didn't kill me, I don't remember anything now except that I remember that my name was 'Jiang Haoran,' and that I graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy. You must tell me at once, the time, the place, our number, and our mission. Of course, Jiang Haoran was not stupid enough to tell them that he was from the future world, needless to say, he couldn't explain it to them now, and even he would bring endless trouble to himself in the future. For military personnel, being bombed on the battlefield and losing their memory is nothing new, nor is it a shame. Taking this as an opportunity, even if someone asks some questions about his predecessor, he can push four, five, or six in the name of amnesia.

The two soldiers looked at each other, their eyes revealing endless loneliness, and the little spark-like hope that had just been ignited was poured clean by Jiang Haoran's few words. The company commander doesn't remember anything, what else is he talking about taking them home! Isn't this pure nonsense! The question of loneliness and loneliness still has to be answered, regardless of whether the person is a company commander, maybe a miracle has really happened?

"Report to the company commander, my name is Li Chang, corporal of the first battalion and one company of the 3rd Regiment of the 89th Division of the 13th Army, please give me instructions." The slightly older soldier "snapped" and saluted Jiang Haoran with a standard military salute.

The other soldier was completely a big man, half a head taller than Jiang Haoran, who was seven or eight meters tall, with a pair of small mung bean-like eyes on his basin-like black face. As soon as he saw Li Chang reporting, he immediately hung the rifle that was originally used as a crutch on his shoulder, and prepared to salute.

Jiang Haoran waved his hand at him and said, "Don't fix these empty things, what's your name, and how is the injury?" ”

"Hehe, report to the company commander, my name is Xu Biao, sergeant, and I am in the same company as Li Chang. Wounded, out of the way, I was stabbed by the bayonet of the little devil, hehe! ”

This kid, you can still laugh in this situation, it can be seen that he is a heartless guy. Don't say it, you need this kind of person on the battlefield, with a good mentality and resistance to pressure. Jiang Haoran had a good impression of him inexplicably, and smiled at him knowingly.

"Company commander, it is now October 8, the 27th year of the Republic of China, and our position is the Nanshan battlefield west of Ruichang in the "Wuhan Defense Battle", and our position is called "Dajianshan", and the "Xiaojianshan", "Zhangjiayan, and Zhangshuyan" are lined up to the west. The task of our 89th Division, 4th Division, and 193rd Division was: 'Relying on favorable terrain to prevent the Japanese army from advancing westward,' after fighting here for seven days and seven nights, due to heavy casualties and insufficient ammunition, we began to retreat last night, and each position was left with covering troops, "Zhangshuyan" was our last line of defense, leaving one regiment, and our three positions were all one company, and we could have retreated in turn under the cover of a regiment of "Zhangshuyan", but the covering troops of "Zhangshuyan" and "Zhangjiayan" directly broke and fled. Our retreat has been cut off by the little devils. Just now, the artillery fire of the little devils attacked the "Little Jianshan" position again, and it is estimated that they are almost there. We repelled four enemy attacks today, and the whole company of 128 men was left. No shells, no bullets, no dry rations, no reinforcements. That's where we are now. Li Chang answered Jiang Haoran's question with clear thinking and concise language.