" F * ck???"
Zhang Qian was a little confused as he looked at the outdated building.
"Bang!"
"Pa."
"Da da da…"
Intense gunshots and explosions rang in his ears. Zhang Qian quickly got up and looked outside.
"Young Master! You're awake!" A man dressed as a servant looked at Zhang Qian in surprise.
"Quickly think of a way. The Japanese outside are very fierce. We can't hold them off anymore! We don't have much ammunition left, we can't hold on for long!”
As the servant's words rang in Zhang Qian's ears, memory fragments began to surface in Zhang Qian's mind.
Zhang Qian finally understood his identity and current situation.
It was May 21st, 1937. He was in Shanxi, and his identity was the young master of an old landlord.
However, he and his father had just been killed by a grenade. His father couldn't be more dead, but he had been resurrected because of transmigration.
The gunshots that were ringing in their ears were the Japanese attacking their Zhang Fortress.
If he remembered correctly, after the Japanese occupied the Northeast in 1931, they had been recuperating. During this period, they constantly provoked China and wanted to cause trouble.
The official invasion would begin a month later on July 7th, 1937 at Lugouqiao, which was also known as the Lugouqiao Incident by the Chinese in his previous life.
Now that the Japanese were attacking them, it was also a small-scale provocation.
It was to create conflict and give them the best excuse to invade China.
Zhang Qian's expression gradually turned gloomy.
He was not only angry that the heavens had played with him and thrown him into such a chaotic world. He was even angrier about the disaster that would befall the entire Huaxia Country a month later.
As a Chinese man, seeing his own country being invaded and countless people suffering, as long as he was a man with blood, he would be abnormally angry.
Thinking of the servant's words just now, Zhang Qian immediately got into the mood and asked,"How many Japanese are there outside? How long can our ammunition last?”
The servant replied anxiously," There are three to five hundred Japanese soldiers outside. Although we have the geographical advantage, the Japanese's firepower is too fierce. Moreover, we only have less than five hundred rounds of ammunition left.”
According to his memories, Zhang Qian knew very well that although his family had a lot of money and bought a lot of guns in this chaotic world, these guns were all made in Hanyang, which was very backward.
Facing the Japanese's attacks, they were really stretched thin, and they did not have enough ammunition.
This situation made Zhang Qian really uncomfortable.
"Don't tell me that I'm going to die just after transmigrating?”
“艹!”
"Forget it. They've died once anyway. Since we're in this era, killing one or two is not a loss!”
Just as Zhang Qian was about to pick up his gun and fight the Japanese, a strange voice sounded in his mind.
"The livestream system has been loaded. The livestream room is officially open.”
Following this voice, a virtual livestream interface appeared in front of Zhang Qian.
This live streaming room was basically the same as some of the live streaming platforms in the country in his previous life. There was not much difference.
"System?"
"What use are you?"
" Hello, System???"
Zhang Qian had read web novels before and knew the importance of the system. However, he did not receive any response from the system in his mind.
"Young Master, we can't hold the wall anymore!”
A servant with blood on his forehead shouted at Zhang Qian with a gun.
Looking at his anxious face, Zhang Qian couldn't wait any longer. He raised his gun and shouted at the servant beside him,"Men! Follow me to support the wall!"
Just as Zhang Qian was leading his men to the top of the wall to provide support, a mysterious live streaming room appeared on a well-known live streaming platform in China in the 21st century.
Livestream the war, the Chinese will not be slaves!
On a certain live streaming platform, a viewer who had been on the platform all year round was bored and looking for a live streaming room that interested him.
After the initial period of popularity in the live streaming industry, there were not many interesting live streaming rooms nowadays. They were basically the same.
In a bedroom in the 21st-century China's Shanghai, a young man was lying on the bed and looking at his phone. He said helplessly," Sigh, other than playing games, I'm just playing games. It's so boring." Not even one interesting one."
"Eh? What was this? Live broadcast of the war? Are you kidding me? How dare you say that the Chinese people swear not to be slaves? These streamers nowadays would do anything for popularity. Wasn't he afraid of being banned?”
Although he said that, he could not help but be curious and clicked on the live broadcast room with zero popularity.
"Da da!"
"Bang!"
Intense gunshots and grenade explosions instantly sounded in the live broadcast room, giving the audience watching the live broadcast a fright.
He steadied his mind and took a closer look. His face revealed shock.
"F * ck, that's awesome. He's really spending money for a live broadcast. Is he filming a TV series? This scene is awesome."
However, when he continued to observe carefully, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
"F * ck your mother, is that true? Is he really dead?"
At this moment, in the live broadcast, a servant beside Zhang Qian was hit in the forehead by a Japanese bullet. A bloody hole as thick as a finger appeared clearly in the live broadcast.
Looking at the real scene, as a modern adult, he still had the ability to distinguish between what was a movie and what was reality.
In the live broadcast room, Zhang Qian pulled the servant beside him and shouted,""Xi 'zi, Xi' zi!"
However, Xi 'zi did not answer him. His entire body was twitching.
Zhang Qian looked at the servants who were very familiar with him being killed one by one. He raised his gun and shouted at the Japanese outside,"Little Japanese, f * ck your grandpa!!”
The Japanese officer outside was smoking as he smiled at the landlord in front of him. He said casually,"I really don't know why the general sent us here. We are just a brigade of soldiers, yet we are here to attack a landlord. It's really too boring."
The adjutant also smiled." There's a saying in China that goes," Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?"" I think this saying is not bad."”
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