In his groggy state, he occasionally heard a call.
When Ye Qing tried to open his eyes, he saw an elderly man with a lot of dust on his face. He was wearing a silk robe, but it was also stained with muddy dust. At that moment, he was looking at him anxiously and kept shouting something.
However, Ye Qing's ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear what the other party was shouting. His head was also dizzy.
A moment later, the situation eased up a little. Ye Qing also completely remembered. His eyes were a little listless as he scanned the situation around him with a dumbfounded expression.
What was this place?
He was surrounded by broken walls and broken walls. On the streets, corpses were strewn all over the ground, blood flowed, houses and ruins filled with smoke, and craters could be seen everywhere.
The clothes on the corpses were made of coarse linen and carried backpacks. There were men, women, old and young. On the right side was an arm that had been blown off. It was a bloody mess. The red-hot skin and blood had solidified. The entire street was simply a living hell.
Aren't I in Syria?
At this moment, Ye Qing also remembered that he had commanded a special forces team to carry out the mission of protecting medical personnel in Syria and was attacked by the local opposition armed forces. When they were about to beat back the attacking armed forces, in order to save their comrades and medical personnel, he used his body to suppress the grenade that was about to explode.
Did I not die?
Ye Qing could not help but take a deep breath. He knew better than anyone that even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest at that time, the power of the grenade explosion was enough to shatter his internal organs. It was impossible for him to survive.
"Young Master, Young Master…"
The anxious voice gradually became clearer in his ears. Ye Qing's eyes focused on the face of the old man in front of him. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a gunshot from afar. Blood from the base splashed on his face. A bloody hole appeared on the chest of the old man in front of him. His pupils suddenly lost focus and his body fell weakly towards Ye Qing.
"Young Master…good…good job…"
The old man lay on Ye Qing's body, no longer breathing.
A spear pierced through his heart. Even an immortal would not be able to survive.
The corpses, the craters, the old men, the smoke, and the blood all told Ye Qing that this was another cruel battlefield.
He reached out and closed the old man's eyes. His heart was extremely depressed. His gaze passed through the smoke in front of him and more than ten figures appeared in front of him.
More than a dozen people, all wearing Shawa 5-style military uniforms, holding 38 large covers, guarded the advancing soldiers.
This…
In the traditional Japanese attire of World War II, with a red inverted mountain shaped crescent emblem, a cold bayonet, and a 38-foot big cover, Ye Qing could not help but pinch his own big. Legs.
This was not a dream.
In the distance, near the Japanese, there was a crumbling signboard along the street. Half of the signboard was broken, and it read: "Hangzhou Jinshan Guards!"
The Japanese were advancing on high alert in the distance. Ye Qing had no time to think about why he had appeared during the Anti-Japanese War.
He quietly pushed her away. The old man's corpse on his body crawled behind a half-collapsed wall under the cover of the smoke.
At this moment, there were roars in the sky. Looking up, Japanese planes painted with the sun flag flew over his head and dropped bombs on the smoke-filled streets in the distance.
Ye Qing had never forgotten that the Battle of Nanjing was the first time in the history of human warfare that it was explicitly stipulated that air strikes could be carried out directly on civilians and residential streets in a war, breaking the bottom line of war ethics.
Even though they had yet to reach the Nanjing battlefield, the Japanese Air Force did not care about bombing civilians.
As a soldier, he was filled with boundless anger when he saw the Japanese soldiers wreaking havoc and the corpses of his countrymen on the streets. He saw the panic and despair on their faces before they died.
The extreme of his anger was a bone-chilling chill. He loosened his clenched fists and caught the corpse of a soldier in the yellow uniform of the national army from the corner of his eye. Beside the corpse was a standard rifle of the national army.
Ye Qing did not hesitate at all. He picked up the rifle and pulled the bolt. There was only one bullet left in the barrel of the rifle.
Fortunately, there was a five-shot clip on the soldier's body.
However, even though Ye Qing was an elite special forces soldier from the 21st century, he only knew how to use this antique weapon. At the very least, he knew how to use the mechanical aiming of the rear sight and the blade to kill the enemy in front of him.
He pulled the bolt and removed the remaining bullet from the chamber. Then, he pressed the bridge clip of the five bullets into the magazine and pushed the bolt to secure it. After loading the bullets, he turned around and lay in the ruins. With the help of the wall, he looked slightly at the thirteen Japanese who were searching the streets.
This was a standard Japanese combat team. There was a four-man machine gun team, eight riflemen, and a team leader.
At this moment, the distance between the two sides was less than 60 meters. Ye Qing quietly stretched out his gun and aimed at the Japanese with the sun flag hanging on the bayonet. He laid horizontally and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The crisp sound of gunfire echoed on the street. The bullet instantly penetrated the head of the Sun Flag Japanese, and his body fell to the ground.
The twelve Japanese soldiers on the side lay down at the same time and fired at the wall where the gunshots came from. The machine gun team set up the machine guns under the cover of the rifles and prepared to cover the infantry's attack.
This was the elite troop of the Japanese. Ye Qing was already mentally prepared. The Japanese that he had killed was the commander of this troop. Only soldiers who were familiar with the battlefield terrain, had high combat quality, had good mental state, and could make correct judgments in a timely manner were allowed to hang the sun flag.
Ye Qing's original target was the Japanese team leader. Unfortunately, the Japanese team leader was blocked by a Japanese rifleman, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
Just as Ye Qing finished off the Japanese commander, a shocking voice rang out in his mind.
" System Notification: Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy. A drop…"
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