It hurt.
He had a headache.
Wang Zhenkai woke up from his sleep.
"Class monitor, you're awake."
Wang Zhenkai was stunned. Class monitor?
Who was he calling?
When he opened his eyes, he saw a soldier wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War speaking in front of him.
This soldier was at most 20 years old. There were a few patches on his military uniform, and his face was a little pale. From the looks of it, one could tell that he was malnourished.
Moreover, this soldier boy spoke with a Shanxi accent, which made him confused.
"Class monitor, are you okay? Why are you ignoring me?”
The soldier called Wang Zhenkai a few times, but when he realized that there was no response, he shook him gently.
Wang Zhenkai smiled and said.
"Um, are you talking to me?”
"That's right, class monitor. How are you? Are you feeling better? Your head was blown up by a Japanese bomb and I was almost scared to death. Fortunately, you're fine.”
The soldier said with some relief.
A squad leader and a soldier of the Eighth Route Army? What was going on?
I, Wang, am just a student from a third-rate university, alright?
God, do you have to play with me like this?
I haven't even touched a gun before, and you want me to join the Eighth Route Army?
Your grandpa. Wasn't this a bearman?
However, before he could react, the young warrior continued.
"Class monitor, how are you? Are you still not fully recovered? If you really can't do it, lie down for a while. The hospital is also nervous now, and they are all seriously injured.”
The young warrior said nervously.
Wang Zhenkai shook his head. Sigh, isn't this just being reckless? Everything was fine at home. Why did he suddenly come here?
Forget it, let's get to know this place first.
"Little brother, my brain might have been damaged by a bomb. What is this place?”
Wang Zhenkai asked curiously.
"Class monitor, our regiment went to Yang Village to rest today.”
Yang Village, Sir, where is Yang Village?
"What are we doing in Yang Village?"
Wang Zhenkai asked curiously.
"Class monitor, are you really stupid? The director-level organization is in Great Summer Bay. We came to Yang Village to protect the safety of the director-level organization.”
The little warrior looked at Wang Zhenkai strangely as if he was looking at a fool.
Wang Zhenkai blushed. He didn't know anything and was treated as a fool by the little soldiers of this era.
"Little brother, what's the name of our group? Who's the leader?”
He wanted to get some useful information, but he couldn't understand what the Songstress was saying.
"Oh my, class monitor, did you become stupid from the explosion? We are an independent regiment, and the regiment commander is Commander Kong Jie.”
The soldier's words were like a bolt of lightning, exploding into Wang Zhenkai's mind.
Independent Regiment Leader, Kong Jie?
F * ck, isn't this the one from the iron triangle in northwestern Shanxi?
So I wasn't sent to the War World, but to the Sword World?
Let me think about it. World of Swords, Yang Village, Independent Regiment. F * ck, isn't this the time when the Kong Jie Independent Regiment was attacked by Yamamoto Ichiki?
The 1000 strong independent regiment was attacked by Yamamoto Ichiki and suffered heavy losses. There were more than 200 casualties, while Yamamoto Ichiki's troops seemed to have zero casualties.
In the end, the boss was so furious that he removed Dumbo Kong's regiment commander and replaced him with Li Yunlong. Grandma, this is too much of a bully. I don't know anything, but I've already made it to Hell Mode. Is it possible that I'm going to get a bento box on the same day as I come on a trip?
He had never thought of telling Kong Jie in advance that there was an enemy attack. What a joke. What could he say? If he told them that the Japanese special forces were attacking him, he had to be careful. It would be strange if he was not arrested as a spy.
Moreover, even if you told them, they wouldn't believe you. You slept in bed for a few days before waking up. If you suddenly told them that the Japanese were going to attack, guess if they would believe you.
"Class monitor, you don't have to call me little brother. I'm Zhu Zi, you can just call me Zhu Zi.”
Zhu Zi? What kind of name was that? It was so strange. However, he knew that people in this era did not know how to name themselves.
But that was good too. He couldn't keep calling him little brother. After all, he was his soldier.
"Zhu Zi, what's the situation in our class now?”
Wang Zhenkai asked.
"Squad leader, ever since our squad followed the troops to repel the Japanese, the troops have not been able to recover much. Now, including the lightly injured, there are still six people.”
Zhu Zi's words stunned Wang Zhenkai. He wasn't sure how many people there were in a normal class. However, six people in a class seemed a little too little. He remembered that during the Pingan Gela Battle, Li Yunlong's Independent Regiment had more than 5000 people. Moreover, including the local armed forces and militia, there were a total of about 10,000 people.
What could the six of them do?
What made him even more afraid was how to avoid the enemy's attack tonight.
He wasn't afraid of death. Who in the future didn't hate the Japanese? However, he was just a weak student. He had suddenly become an eight-way student. Moreover, on the first day, there was a terrifying war waiting for him. How could he not be afraid?
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