Battle of Songhu, bloody battlefield.
Xiao Yan looked at his lower body that had been blown off, his eyes filled with despair and hatred.
It was over. Everything was over.
After transmigrating for only a few months, he still wanted to rely on modern knowledge to make a name for himself. He did not expect to be killed by a bomb dropped by a plane.
Although he couldn't feel any pain, his consciousness was getting blurry.
At this time, the Japanese team had already rushed to the position.
Xiao Yan's comrades fought the Japanese and eventually died one by one.
After the battle, a Japanese military officer holding a military knife walked up to Xiao Yan. Seeing that he was still alive after being blown up like this, he couldn't help but laugh.
Xiao Yan knew that he would not be able to survive, so he roared,"F * ck you, little Japanese. Laugh at your head."
Then, Xiao Yan pulled the hidden grenade in his hand.
With a loud bang, the group of soldiers were brought to hell by Xiao Yan.
Both of them died together.
They never expected Xiao Yan to still have the strength to pull the grenade.
Xiao Yan was also blown up until only his head was left.
I'm going to die.
He only hated that he couldn't kill a few more Japanese.
My comrades, I can't avenge you. I'm sorry.
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At this moment, Xiao Yan heard a voice in his head.
Consumed 1 HP, current HP remaining: 9.
Reviving host.
When Xiao Yan sat up again, the flames of war around him had already disappeared.
Xiao Yan, who was dressed in ragged clothes, couldn't understand. Was it a dream?
He stood up and touched his body.
It was intact.
However, when Xiao Yan saw the corpses of the soldiers on both sides, he knew something.
This was not a dream, but reality.
He had really died and then came back to life.
Just as Xiao Yan was at a loss, he heard the sound of a truck.
It was a Japanese truck.
At this time, the Chinese army had already retreated, and the last line of defense had been broken through by the Japanese army.
As soon as the Battle of Songhu ended, the Japanese forces immediately rushed to the next battlefield, Nanjing. Many of the Japanese soldiers 'bodies were too late to deal with.
This truck was the logistics team of the Japanese soldiers, and they were specially here to collect the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.
Five or six Japanese got out of the truck and began to carry the bodies of the Japanese soldiers onto the truck.
Xiao Yan immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.
The Japanese had heavy machine guns on their trucks, so there was no way they could escape.
The Japanese soldiers chatted with each other as they carried the corpses.
For some reason, Xiao Yan could understand their Japanese.
"Hey, Matsuoka-kun, what should we do with these Chinese pig corpses?"”
The full name of the Japanese soldier named Matsuoka was Hideki Matsuoka. He was a sergeant, one rank higher than the other Japanese recruits.
"Don't worry about the corpse of the Chinese pig," Matsuoka Hideki said without hesitation. They just had to carry the bodies of their own people into the car.”
"Hi."
One of the soldiers questioned," But if we don't get rid of these Chinese pigs 'corpses, they will stink and become sick. They might even cause a plague." Don't forget, Songhu is now part of our Empire of Japan.”
"Yes, you're right." Matsuoka Hideki nodded slightly. Then he would have to spend some effort to pile up the corpses of these Chinese pigs and burn them as logs. How troublesome."
Xiao Yan, who was playing dead on the ground, gritted his teeth in anger.
F * ck you little Japanese.
A few Japanese soldiers started to move the corpses of the Chinese soldiers on the ground.
Soon, Matsuoka Hideki walked to Xiao Yan's side.
Xiao Yan felt nervous and made up his mind.
F * ck him, so be it.
When Matsuoka Hideki bent down and was about to move him…
Xiao Yan's stiff limbs suddenly spread out, and a dagger appeared in his right hand from his sleeve, stabbing towards Matsuoka Hideki's lower abdomen.
This was a skill he had learned in the military academy after transmigrating.
Hideki Matsuoka never expected that the corpse lying on the ground would suddenly attack him.
Corpse transformation?
Hideki Matsuoka's face instantly turned pale. He was scared silly.
Xiao Yan easily stabbed the dagger into his stomach.
At the same time, he covered Matsuoka Hideki's mouth with one hand to prevent him from screaming.
Then, Xiao Yan pulled out his dagger and cut Hideki Matsuoka's throat, putting him to sleep.
The other Japanese soldiers were busy carrying the corpses and did not notice that something had happened to Matsuoka Hideki.
After Xiao Yan confirmed that Hideki Matsuoka was dead, he pulled out his pistol from the holster on his waist.
It was a German Walther P38 pistol, a semi-automatic pistol, and a top-notch German-made firearm.
Hideki Matsuoka was just a small officer, but he had such a high-quality pistol. It seemed that his identity was not ordinary. He might be a noble from some Japanese clan.
Oh, right, there's also a Japanese sword. Take it too.
After snatching the pistol, Xiao Yan felt confident.
While the other soldiers were still moving the bodies, Xiao Yan stood up, aimed at one of the soldiers, and fired.
During this period of time after transmigrating to the Republic of China, although Xiao Yan's results in the military academy were at the bottom, his marksmanship had improved quite a bit.
Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out.
One of the soldiers was shot twice in the chest and fell to the ground.
Then, Xiao Yan aimed at another soldier and fired another shot.
This time, he shot the head of the Japanese soldier directly. His head exploded like a watermelon.
"Baka!" The remaining three soldiers finally reacted. With a roar, they raised their bayonet and pounced on Xiao Yan.
"F * ck. Three against one?"
Xiao Yan fired again and killed another one before they could get close.
But the bullets in the gun were all used up.
The remaining two Japanese soldiers had already pounced on him.
Xiao Yan was mentally prepared for a physical fight. He pulled out his katana and smashed it at the head of a Japanese soldier.
The enemy didn't bother to block, and instead raised his bayonet to fight Xiao Yan.
These were two new Japanese soldiers with little combat experience.
With a crisp " pa " sound, a soldier's head was split in half, and his brain matter flowed out.
The Japanese sword that he had snatched from Matsuoka Hideki was too sharp. It had easily cut off half of the enemy's skull.
The cut was as smooth as silk.
But at this moment, another soldier had already stabbed his bayonet into Xiao Yan's abdomen.
Xiao Yan's heart jumped.
Damn it, I missed.
But it didn't hurt.
What was going on?
Before he could think about it, Xiao Yan had already slashed the last soldier's neck with his katana.
Puff!
The ghost soldier's head flew three meters away with blood, and his headless body collapsed on the ground.
Xiao Yan panted heavily, thinking that the TV was all a lie.
The Japanese soldiers in the anti-Japanese dramas were killed by the Chinese soldiers like mowing grass.
However, the real Japanese soldiers were not that useless. Even the new recruits were so fierce.
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