"Zhou Yun, wake up. It's your turn later!”
Zhou Yun woke up in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw a few big faces surrounding him. He was wearing a gray military uniform that had been sewn and patched.
This was…the Eighth Route Army?
What was going on?
Shooting a war drama?
Zhou Yun looked at them a few more times in a daze. He was even more confused when he saw their sallow, emaciated, and malnourished looks. Aren't they too dedicated?
During the Anti-Japanese War, our army did not have enough to eat and wear, and the style of hard work and plain living was vividly displayed. At a glance, it was the Eighth Route Army.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Zhou Yun Long turned his head and looked around.
She wouldn't know if she didn't look, but she was shocked when she saw it.
What was a bare house?
Just take a look at his room and you'll know. After removing the crippled table that could barely be considered furniture, there was only a pitch-black…basin?
There was also the blanket covering his body. Yes, but the smell was a little strong and almost made him faint.
This…was transmigration?
Don't panic when faced with something was Zhou Yun's life motto. After thinking about it carefully, he came to the conclusion that he must have transmigrated.
Because he was flirting with girls at the bar last night, he appeared here the moment he woke up. The change in the weather ruled out pranks.
It was obviously summer here!
After thinking for a while, he asked with uncertainty,"This is?"
However, at this moment, a loud and clear voice came from outside. Immediately after, a familiar face opened the curtain and appeared in Zhou Yun Long's eyes.
"Zhou Yun, Zhou Yun, f * ck, did you wet the bed? Get up! If it wasn't for Old Zhou, I wouldn't let you sleep on my bed…You coward, you fainted from riding a horse.”
“……”
F * ck, Li Yunlong!
He would recognize this fellow even if he turned into ashes, let alone greet him.
Was this a sword?
Seeing that Zhou Yun was in a daze, Li Yunlong stepped forward and lifted the blanket. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he did not wet the bed.
Such an action did not cause much damage, but it was extremely insulting!
Zhou Yun's pale face instantly turned red. He pointed at Li Yun Long with a trembling hand.""Damn it, I'm 26 this year. Do I look like I still wet my bed?”
26？
Li Yunlong, who was initially curious about why this delicate pretty boy could speak so sweetly, widened his eyes and scanned Zhou Yunlong's body with his pair of bull eyes like X-rays.
Finally, he reached out his big black hand and touched Zhou Yun's forehead. When he moved his hand away, a few black marks could be seen.
"You don't have a fever? You're only eighteen years old, why are you pretending to be an adult?”
“……”
Rude!
Zhou Yun silently raised his hand and touched his cheek. It was indeed Soul Penetration.
Although there was no mirror, one could tell from the skin and contours that this body was very handsome. It belonged to the type of young meat. Have you ever seen a man's skin as soft as white jade?
Of course, in Li Yunlong's eyes, he was just a pretty boy. A pretty boy who was weak and couldn't fight the Japanese. He was the kind of good-for-nothing.
"Hehe, I'm sleepy…"
Zhou Yun smiled awkwardly and politely. He quickly got up and grabbed a clean military jacket to put on.
Ouch ~
He was at least 1.8 meters tall. He wasn't too thin, but he had no muscles and his skin was too white.
He had to practice!
Li Yunlong saw that Zhou Yun was showing off and couldn't help but ask curiously,""What the f * ck are you doing? Don't you know that the competition is about to start?”
Competition?
Zhou Yun, who was letting his imagination run wild, raised his head with a blank expression.
Was it suitable for a competition when one's shoulders couldn't be lifted? He was afraid that he would be beaten up until his parents couldn't recognize him.
However, in the next second, the memories of this body broke out and quickly filled his entire mind.
Zhou Yun was only eighteen years old.
The only son of Zhou Lin, the logistics director of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army and the factory manager of the Taihang Mountain base.
Zhou Lin, who was studying in Mao Xiong, married a Mao Xiong classmate. Because his mother was from Mao Xiong, he studied in Mao Xiong since he was young. His mother had just brought him back to China last month.
The reason for his return to China was simple. He had been holding a pistol since he was young and had a passion for machinery.
At the age of seven, his mother, Yelena, used her connections to send the talented Zhou Yun to Mosco Advanced Institute of Technology. This university was not simple. It specialized in training mechanical engineers and researching and designing various firearms, artillery, and tanks.
Zhou Yun was only seven years old when he entered the school, but he quickly gained everyone's recognition with his outstanding talent. He quickly absorbed advanced knowledge for ten years.
It was now June 1938, the most difficult period of the war. As soon as the Taihang Mountain base's arsenal was established, the higher-ups had already set their sights on Zhou Yun.
The purpose of appointing Zhou Lin, who didn't know anything about machinery, as the factory manager was to get him to bring back the famous mechanical genius in Mao Xiong City and contribute to the great cause of the war.
Zhou Lin went to Mosco himself without a second word. He brought his wife and children back to Taihang Mountain.
Zhou Yun, who was not even 18 years old, was given the position of chief engineer of Xinghua Munitions Factory when he returned. All the resources were transferred at will.
Zhou Yun also lived up to expectations. He led a dozen or so academics and dozens of workers who had been gathered here and there. They used simple equipment to repair a large number of captured and damaged firearms by hand in half a month, relieving the urgent needs of the front line.
He also improved the explosive formula, making the much-criticized grenade manufacturing in the border area a hot commodity. After hearing about it, the chief of the Yanan case even personally signed a certificate of commendation.
This time, he became famous and quickly became a famous person in the northwest of Shanxi.
As a result, the military experts from all over the country were not convinced. A little kid who was not even 18 years old was riding on their heads. Under the arrangements of the head of the headquarters, a martial arts competition between the military experts began.
Seeing this, the various troops also came to join in the fun and sent out talented people to participate. The military contest gradually evolved into an all-army contest.
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