A military plane disguised as a passenger plane was flying steadily in the air above the southwestern neighboring country.
On the eve of reaching the target, the military plane quietly lowered its altitude and informed the air traffic control personnel that the plane had malfunctioned and was being repaired urgently.
This was originally a delicate operation plan, but the ground observers discovered a flaw.
The two enemy military fighter jets quickly took off and immediately launched an attack on the military transport plane.
At the captain's urging, Chen Zhihua hugged his Type 10 sniper rifle and jumped out of the cabin.
Immediately after, a fireball came from the sky. The huge explosion made Chen Zhihua's ears ring.
The fragments of the plane cut Chen Zhihua's neck, and blood splattered all over the sky. The poor parachute had yet to open.
After an unknown amount of time, the heatwave hit Chen Zhihua, who had already fallen into a coma, and he gradually regained consciousness.
The surroundings were still the night sky. The wind was blowing in his ears, and the ground was filled with flames. There were also long tongues of fire dragged by the tracers.
"Battlefield?" Chen Zhihua muttered doubtfully.
The information they received in advance did not indicate that this was a battlefield, and their mission was to raid a certain organization and execute a beheading operation.
However, they did not expect that there was something else behind this. That organization did not have an air force at all, but they were intercepted by fighter jets.
He controlled the black parachute and chose a slightly safer place to land.
Even for the well-trained special forces soldiers, the death rate of the moment they landed on the battlefield was extremely high.
However, before he landed, Chen Zhihua still regretted it.
What kind of place was this?
The ground was filled with people, men, women, old and young. All of them were staring at him pitifully…
"Why aren't you at home?”After landing, he didn't have time to pack his parachute. He directly pulled out a pistol from his waist and asked with high vigilance.
He had already seen the faces of these people clearly. They looked extremely similar to Chinese people, but the clothes they were wearing were really too tattered.
The women were slightly better off. No matter what, they had complete clothes. The men were in a miserable situation. They were either half-naked or had a piece of cloth on their chest and back, connected by a rope in the middle.
Have you seen the soldier Zhang Ge? Gazi's clothes were countless times better than theirs.
"Are you from the national army?" Hearing Chen Zhihua speak fluent Chinese, a commoner mustered up his courage and asked.
National army?
I'm from the People's Liberation Army, okay?
It didn't seem to be a problem to use the national army to address him, but that was the name used by the people in Wanwan. The mainland didn't like such a name.
"Yes, sir!"
"That's great, sir. The Japanese just passed by here. They're all metal.”
Wait a minute…
Chen Zhihua's pupils dilated. What was going on?
He was clearly carrying out a mission in a certain country in the southwest, and the location of the parachute was also in the sky above a certain country in the southwest.
After landing, it's fine if you let a group of Chinese people surround me, but what's up with these Japanese people?
The battlefield, the national army, the Japanese…
Chen Zhihua suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly asked,"Where is this place? What year is it now?"
" Sir, this is Shanghai. It's the 26th year of the Republic of China now…" Thinking about this, the officer actually didn't know where he was and what year it was? These commoners felt that they had nothing to live for.
Nowadays, the Japanese were still harboring evil intentions. Even though Shanghai wasn't the main battlefield, the Japanese were still making frequent moves here. The civilians didn't dare to stay at home and could only hide in the wilderness.
It wasn't easy to see the national army descending from the sky. It was fine if it was just one person, but who knew that it was a fool.
1926, Shanghai, battlefield, Japanese…
When these four pieces of information entered his mind, the answer naturally appeared.
He had transmigrated and appeared on the battlefield of the Battle of Songhu…
'Super System deployed, Host confirmed…'
" In view of the fact that the Japanese have not changed their minds and have launched various shameless attacks on China, the developer of this system has decided to deploy this system in advance for Dr. King Wang..."
" The base is deployed at 122.671998 East Longitude, 31.143133 North Latitude, 300 meters below the Yangtze River. It is in an absolutely safe state. Currently, no one can enter. Host can communicate with the base in both directions.'
" The base provides all material services as long as the host has enough points to exchange for them. Each time you kill a Japanese with your own hands, you will get one point. The officers will be rewarded according to their ranks…"
Ding! The novice mission has been triggered!
" Please kill as many Japanese as you can within 24 hours. According to the system's evaluation of the host's quality, the minimum requirement is to kill 10 Japanese to complete the novice mission and officially possess the system. During the novice mission period, all rewards will be doubled.'
Chen Zhihua was shocked by the mechanical voice in his mind. As an atheist, how could he believe this?
However, reality forced him to believe that as a soldier, he was naturally happy to kill the Japanese. It could be said that every soldier in the future hoped to fight the Japanese again to wash away the humiliation of the past.
Chen Zhihua quickly recovered from his shock and thought about this so-called super system.
"System, do you provide ammunition?" He wasn't afraid of killing enemies, and he had actual combat experience.
Otherwise, did he really think that the 1,500-meter effective range of the Type 10 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle in his hand was useless?
What Chen Zhihua was most worried about was the ammunition problem. An anti-material sniper rifle was not something that could be used by one person. The special forces usually did not use this weapon. It was too big and inconvenient to fight.
However, he would still use it when the mission required it. At this moment, Chen Zhihua only had 40 bullets on him, and his deputy had 50 more. However, it was obvious that his deputy had gone missing...
"The host can use points to exchange for bullets. As the host, the system will provide you with a lifetime free delivery service.”
Chen Zhihua heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he could solve the ammunition problem, there would be no problem. Chen Zhihua felt that he could defeat the Japanese until they destroyed the country…
"In other words, in the next twenty-four hours, the minimum is ten heads, and there is no upper limit, right?”Chen Zhihua confirmed again, mainly because he did not trust the system.
"Yes, all the points will be transferred to the account immediately. The host can check it at any time!”
Whether or not he believed the System's words was another matter. Since he was already here, he could not go back. Since he still had some useful things in his hands, he might as well stay behind and teach the Japanese a lesson. At the same time, he could also help his ancestors relieve some pressure.
Chen Zhihua looked at the group of people who were filled with conflict."How long has it been since the Japanese tanks passed?”
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