1937, October 26, 11:30 at night.

Everything is jumping.

Everything in the stronghold was hurt by bullets and jumped with dust behind it.

But no sound could be heard, and the view was blocked by smoke.

"Hold on, hold on for me."

The cat in the corner of the bunker was roaring at the top of his lungs, as loud as a leaking bagpipe.

The remaining two dozen soldiers from the third row were huddled in the ruined stronghold to avoid bullets fired from all directions.

The shot man screamed, but no one came to help the wounded rolling underground.

The grenade that had just exploded in the bunker shocked people's heads, and they still couldn't recover.

But they all knew that they were surrounded by Japanese soldiers and were going to die here.

In despair, the sound of gunfire suddenly stopped like a promise, and the battlefield shrouded in night was as quiet as a ghostland.

"No fight, why?"

No one answered in the darkness, everyone knew that the battle after the deathly silence would be even more deadly.

"Look, look quickly...what is that."

Unable to shake his head, which was stunned by the shells, Platoon Commander Tao's voice was dull,

"If there's anything good to see, let's fight for it."

"Boom" the illumination bomb exploded, bringing light to the ghostly quiet and terrifying battlefield.

The shadows outside swayed and moved in the light, like a demon that had just emerged from the ground, patrolling the battlefield where dead bodies were everywhere.

As if he saw a figure flashing past, Platoon Commander Tao's eyes lit up.

"Herald?"

I had been expecting an order to retreat, but no one was there.

After rubbing his eyes hard for a few times, he finally saw clearly that it was not the person he was waiting for.

It doesn't look like a human being, but some kind of monster in the shadow of a fly that suddenly appears at every unexpected moment.

He is much taller than normal people. Even at night and on the battlefield, he jumps like a wolf.

When running, the hair on the body is flying in the night sky, which is very strange.

"Kekeke..."

The sound came faintly, and even the veterans could hear it.

That person had his throat cut and his lungs choked with blood.

"Is it a human, a ghost, or a monster?"

Ordinarily, if you have been wallowing among the dead, you should not be afraid of any kind of monsters, but...

It, it disappeared like being blown away by the wind.

This is even more creepy.

"Don't shoot, it's our own."

The calm, steady voice was carried into the bunker by the bloody night wind, and the speaker was swept into the stronghold by the wind.

He was unusually tall and his long hair was blowing in the night wind.

"Wow"

He raised his gun nervously.

"Don't point a gun at me. You even said you were one of your own."

While speaking, he waved his arm arrogantly and pulled aside the gun pointed at him.

He also took out a flashlight with a curve that only German instructors had, and emitted a red light to circle around the stronghold.

His face is pale and his soldiers have no fighting spirit.

This result is neither expected nor surprising.

The Songhu battlefield was completely defeated, and we cannot be harsh on the few soldiers who were surrounded.

He casually leaned the rifle and something that looked like a single frame on his back against the wall, and left behind a few armed belts.

"If you don't have bullets, change to Type 38. There are bullet boxes on the armed belt."

Speaking standard Mandarin is soothing to the ear.

He sat down and untied the things on his legs and stuffed them into his backpack.

When he stood up again, he was of normal stature, but he was still a head taller than most people, and looked at others with their heads half bowed.

Asked in a deep voice,

"Who's the leader?"

"Bo" was another illumination bomb, and the light and shadow shot in from the shooting hole, illuminating the visitor.

Only then did the people in the stronghold see clearly that he had no hair at all and was just covered in strips of cloth.

Even the rifle was wrapped in a strip of cloth, like a black and white mourning stick.

The helmet was also covered with strips of cloth, and the face was painted messily.

The big eyes looked particularly scary under the light of the flares.

"Who are you?"

Struggling to sit up straight, Platoon Leader Tao asked in a low voice.

When someone asked, it must be the head here who casually replied,

"Zhang Sixing is considered a common man who came back from abroad to join the war."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, handed him one, and continued to ask,

"Why are you still here? Didn't you know that the whole battalion was evacuated to Sihang Warehouse?"

Swallowing hard, Platoon Commander Tao calmly opened the nose of the speed controller. People with unknown origins on the battlefield should be careful.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Sixing, his tone was dull and cold,

"How do you, a common man, know where to evacuate?"

How do I know this? I know it from textbooks. How can I tell you this?

He didn’t answer Platoon Leader Tao’s question, he just said,

"Your escape route has been cut off by the Japanese. How about coming with me? I can take you out."

Platoon Leader Tao's words gave everyone a heartbreaking answer,

"There is no order, you have to die here, you can go on your own."

"Platoon leader, he said..."

Then someone shouted in a low voice, Platoon Leader Tao had already raised the Mauser speed machine, and the words squeezed out from the gap between his teeth were as cruel as death,

"If there is no order, I will be crucified here."

This is so stubborn and has no subjective initiative at all.

The German army has not learned the quality and is rigid in learning. It is no wonder that in the future, even with beautiful weapons, they will be beaten to pieces by the people's army.

Yes, Zhang Sixing is a time traveler.

Before time travel, I was engaged in extreme sports live broadcasting, and my paraglider crashed and I came to this time and space.

Born in Qinling, Shaanxi Province with the surname Zhang, he practiced eighth-level boxing at the age of six, and left Shaanxi to sneak into Germany at the age of twelve.

He worked in a military factory until he was sixteen, then joined the German paratroopers. Two years later, he relied on his skills to join the German paratrooper special operations team.

He really broke in, defeated more than a hundred competitors, and even gained dozens of apprentices.

The paratrooper special operations team was also one of the members of the "Fredenthal Force" organized by "European Evil" Skorzeny.

That unit successfully rescued Mussolini and became famous as a classic example of special operations in later generations.

He just returned to China a few days ago. It is no exaggeration to say that he has been waiting for this battle for twenty-four years in this life.

Secretly shaking his head at Platoon Leader Tao's behavior, Zhang Sixing asked in a low voice,

"No messenger, no phone call?"

"The line was cut off, and the signal soldier went out and never came back."

Platoon leader Tao, who had already made up his mind to die, still spoke in a low voice, with a certain sadness in his hoarse voice.

They were unqualified in tactical command, but they were decent men. We couldn't let them die like this during the Anti-Japanese War.

He pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves to reveal a large luminous watch, glanced at it, Zhang Sixing sighed,
To be continued...