The loud and urgent sound of the spear resounded through the world.
Geng Zhan's eyes were a little dark. He got up from the ground in a daze and stared blankly at the crisscrossing bullets in the distance. They were dazzling under the night sky, and he was a little confused.
"Damn it, I only took an afternoon nap. What's going on? Why did they start a war? Am I dreaming?"
Geng Zhan shook his head to make sure he was awake.
The next second, a warm liquid splashed onto Geng Zhan's face.
The thick smell of blood instantly filled his nose.
Immediately after, a thin figure fell heavily to the side.
Geng Zhan shuddered and turned his head subconsciously.
It was a teenager about seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a tattered gray military uniform, and the words "Eight Paths" could be vaguely seen on his arm.
At this moment, there was a shocking bullet hole in the youth's forehead.
Under the moonlight, the young man's expression was filled with pain and determination, causing Geng Zhan's entire body to turn cold.
"Damn it, what's going on?! Where is this?"
Geng Zhan curled up in a corner in horror. He heard the gunshots around him and his mind went blank. He could not figure out what had happened.
At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded from afar.
Very quickly, a soldier came to Geng Zhan's side and shouted anxiously at a dark-faced man in front of him,"
"Guild Leader! There was something wrong with this group of f * cking Japanese. Their marksmanship was too accurate and their firepower was extremely fierce. The 2nd Battalion in front was about to collapse!”
Hearing this, the dark-skinned man was startled. He then cursed fiercely,
"Damn it! Where did these devils come from? They couldn't be killed or captured. Since when did such evil devils appear in Jinbei?”
"Who says so? We've never met such a sinister Japanese before. Leader, what should we do now?!”the soldier said hurriedly.
The dark-skinned man frowned. After thinking for a moment, he said,
"What should we do? What else could he do? Fight! Beat him to death. If you can't beat him, you'll have to pay with your life! The headquarters is only two kilometers away from us. The boss and the others are all inside! Even if we have to wipe out our Independent Regiment, we must not let these Japanese go over!”
"Yes, sir!" The soldier obeyed the order and left quickly.
The dark-faced man also rushed into the darkness without turning back, merging with the surrounding shouts and killing sounds.
Geng Zhan watched all of this from the corner, feeling a little dumbfounded.
"This plot…Why does it sound so familiar? That dark-faced man looked a little familiar!”
Geng Zhan scratched his head suspiciously and was about to search for relevant information in his mind.
All of a sudden, an intense pain came from the depths of his mind, and an unfamiliar memory surged into his mind.
Geng Zhan did not have time to think about it and immediately squatted down in pain.
A moment later, when he finished digesting this memory, he was instantly dumbfounded.
"What the f * ck? I actually transmigrated to the world of the sword? He even became a platoon leader of the independent regiment?!”
"I was wondering why that dark-faced man looked so familiar. It turns out to be one of the three iron-clad men in northwestern Shanxi, Dumbo Kong!”
Geng Zhan stood rooted to the ground, his heart trembling.
He had never expected that he, who had just stepped into the university campus and was participating in military training, would inexplicably transmigrate during his lunch break. Moreover, he had transmigrated to the Anti-Japanese War era.
This made Geng Zhan, who yearned for university life, feel the urge to curse.
"Damned Heavens, what is this?! I haven't even been in a proper relationship, and you're already throwing me into this war-torn place?”
However, after venting his anger, Geng Zhan calmed down rationally.
"Since we're here, let's take it as it is!"
As an old bookworm who had been influenced by countless online novels, he had a natural high degree of adaptability when it came to transmigration.
Moreover, it was not a bad thing to travel back to the Anti-Japanese War era.
Although Geng Zhan was a salted fish in the future, he was a patriotic salted fish filled with passion.
Every time he thought of the tragic past of Duan's country being destroyed, a wave of frustration and anger burned wildly in his heart.
It was the hatred of the nation that was carved into his bones. It transcended the barriers of time and space and was deeply imprinted in his blood.
In his previous life, he was born in a peaceful era. He wanted to kill thieves, but it was useless.
This time, he had accidentally transmigrated to the Anti-Japanese War period, so he could show off his skills.
Thinking of this, Geng Zhan immediately calmed down and began to think about the current situation and how to deal with it.
From the memories of the deceased body's original owner that he had just absorbed, he learned that the current independent regiment had just been transferred from the small village to Yang Village.
Geng Zhan, who had drawn his sword countless times, remembered it very clearly.
Kong Jie's Independent Regiment had just been transferred to Yang Village that night when they accidentally encountered the Yamamoto Special Agent Team who had come to attack the Eighth Route Army headquarters.
However, due to the hasty response and improper command, the entire independent regiment suffered heavy losses.
Meanwhile, Dumbo Kong, the current independent regiment commander, had been slapped to the ground by the enraged Bureau Chief, almost to the point of being fed to the horses.
Combined with the conversation between Dumbo Kong and the soldier, Geng Zhan was 80% sure that the current battle was the encounter with the Yamamoto Special Agent Team.
"Damn it, since I've transmigrated, I will never let the tragedy of Yang Village happen again!
Not for anything else, but for the sake of those 200 soldiers who had sacrificed their lives, he could not let such a thing happen again!”
Geng Zhan muttered to himself fiercely. His cold eyes were filled with determination.
However, it was one thing to have the heart, and another to have the ability.
Even though he was familiar with every plot and every character of the Sword Drawing.
But in the end, he was just a university student who had just entered university. On the battlefield, he was not even as good as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old soldier.
What should he do to make use of his advantage as a transmigrator to change the situation?
Geng Zhan's brows were tightly knitted as his brain spun rapidly. He was secretly thinking about how to deal with the Yamamoto Special Agent Team.
At this moment, the gunshots in the distance became more and more intense. The battle had reached a white-hot point.
Just as Geng Zhan was at his wit's end, a crisp electronic voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Ding! System integration complete. Host has confirmed. Would you like to bind?”
Hearing this, Geng Zhan was overjoyed!
"System? A necessary cheat for transmigrators?"
"Haha! I knew it. It's not easy for me to transmigrate. How can I not get some benefits?!”
Geng Zhan laughed and said without hesitation,""Bind! Bind immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the electronic voice in his mind continued,
"Ding! [Host binding successful. Random check-in system activated. Unlimited portable storage unlocked!]”
"Ding! The check-in function has been activated. The host can complete the first check-in at any time and receive the check-in item reward.”
"Ding! The initial gift pack has been distributed to the portable warehouse. Please collect the gift pack as soon as possible and begin your journey!”
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