In 1942, Zenda was located in a small town in western Yunnan, China.

In a daze, Liao Mingyu was still recalling the phone call with the captain and the final moment when he detonated the razor mine.

"Am I dead?"

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked around. There was a green stone road with dilapidated bungalows with wooden structures on both sides of the road. Liao Mingyu looked confused. What's going on? Where is this?

However, as a top special forces soldier, he instinctively hid in a hidden position to check the environment as soon as he woke up.

Could it be that he was taken to a small village in Myanmar by the enemy? Looking at himself, he saw that there was no extra fabric except for a pair of boxer briefs.

"This is so embarrassing, having someone strip you naked and lick your pussy."

However, all the injuries on his body disappeared. Logically speaking, due to the power of the razor mine's close-range explosion, it was considered lucky not to blow the person into two pieces.

Just when he was confused, there was a huge pain in his head, and then a mechanical voice appeared in his mind: "It has been detected that the host has awakened, please confirm the host, is the war system turned on?"

"What is this? War system? Who are you and where am I now? Also, why are all the injuries on my body healed?" Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly.

"Please confirm, host, whether to enable the system." The mechanical voice sounded again, regardless of Liao Mingyu's question.

"Okay, confirm to open" can't worry about so much now. The first priority is to find out what the situation is. There is no other way. My mind is in chaos now.

"Ding... the system has been turned on. Host Liao Mingyu, now to answer your question, you can call me the hyperspace war system. Your body has been repaired by the system. The place we are in is different from the original time and space. This is 1942

Chanda Town in Western Yunnan."

"What, 1942? During the Anti-Japanese War? 80 years ago?"

Liao Mingyu's mind went blank, Damn, I'm going through time now? He obviously wanted to die with the enemy at that time, but he managed to become a time traveler, which made it difficult for this young special forces soldier to digest for a while.

"Then can I still go back?" Liao Mingyu asked the key question.

"Can."

"How to do?"

Liao Mingyu asked hurriedly. No matter what, in the original time and space, he still had his parents, comrades and relatives, which Liao Mingyu couldn't let go of.

"Currently the host does not have enough permissions to answer. If the host wants to go back, complete various tasks given by the system and upgrade the system to gain permissions."

"I knew it wasn't that simple." Liao Mingyu frowned and thought for a while, then calmed down.

My parents are not too old. My parents were in business in their early years and have a lot of savings. They can be considered middle class. Their life is not a problem at all, but they are those damn drug criminals.

Obviously, he and his teammates were about to catch the gang, but due to the betrayal of the informant, their team was trapped in a tight siege. The whole team fought hard and sacrificed their lives. Originally, his life should be the same as that of his teammates, but now something happened.

The wrong one survived.

The only thing I'm worried about now is that my comrades in the original time and space must have thought that they had died in the battle. If my parents knew about it, how sad they would be.

Alas, forget it, just make peace with it now that you have come. Anyway, there is still a chance to go back, but I am afraid that this task will not be so easy to complete. No matter what, you have to die once and you are not afraid of it.

Liao Mingyu himself has a rebellious, impulsive and free-spirited personality.

In order to sharpen his personality, his great-grandfather sent him to the army for training despite his parents' strong opposition.

After several years of military career, his edges have gradually been smoothed, allowing him to understand what it means to be calm and to see the overall situation.

Especially during the years when he entered Southwest Falcon, the high-intensity training and missions on the edge of life and death allowed him to learn a lot of skills, and at the same time, he became stronger and more mature inside. He was no longer as blindly impulsive as a young boy.

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Just as he was thinking wildly, the system's voice sounded again: "The initial gift package has been detected. Could the host enable it?"

"Oh? There is also a gift package, open it. This year 1942 was the most difficult years of the Anti-Japanese War. If you don't give me something good, how can I survive? Is it worthy of my time travel?" Liao Mingyu couldn't help but be happy.

road.

"The initial gift package is opening

Congratulations to the host for getting an m1911 pistol and 200 rounds of .45 caliber bullets.

Military first aid kit×2.

A set of military uniforms for the commander of the expeditionary legion.

Chinese formal rifle x10, 200 bullets.

A copy of the Colonel's military officer's ID card, and host-related information has been successfully implanted into the government archives of this time and space.

One military storage bag, 10 kilograms of pork, 10 kilograms of white flour, 1 kilogram of green onions, a bottle of soy sauce, a bundle of vermicelli, 10 packs of cigarettes, lard, salt... All are now stored in the system warehouse, and the host can take them out at any time."

"What the hell, the front is quite serious, but the back is all nonsense, but you gave me the status of leader, are you planning to bring a food group out?"

Liao Mingyu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "Oh wait, 1942, Zenda, group leader, pork, vermicelli... This damn isn't my group leader in my group's world, is it?!"

Having said that, the TV series My Captain My Team is a film and television work that Liao Mingyu particularly likes. The story in it is full of twists and turns. In fact, many characters in the original work did not have a good ending, which is something he has always regretted.

Unexpectedly, I actually traveled into this world now. Meng Fan, Yao Ma, Bu La, Mi Long, Hao Veterinarian...the guys in the cannon fodder group.

"Hey, these guys are probably still making pork stewed vermicelli."

Just when I thought of this, the system voice sounded again: "Mission released, go to the cannon fodder regiment backbone courtyard, help them cook an authentic pork stewed vermicelli, and become the leader of the Sichuan Corps. Mission reward: Military first aid kit × 10, 30 pieces of ocean, medium to formal.

Rifle × 30, expeditionary army soldier uniform 30 sets. Mission failed: all items in the warehouse will be deducted.

Alas, this time he just made pork and stewed vermicelli, and he really considered himself the leader of the food group. But for the clues to go back, and for the expectations in his heart, he had to go even if he didn't.

This would steal Yu Xiaoqing's life, but Liao Mingyu believed that with his ability and the help of the system, he would be able to turn this group of cannon fodder into an iron-blooded force that marches forward bravely.

So he took out the officer's uniform from the warehouse, complete with jacket, trousers, military boots, and military cap. The two stripes and three stars on the collar badge represented his status as a colonel, and there was a nameplate on the chest with his personal information written on it.

Putting on this well-fitting military uniform, the height of 1.8 meters makes the whole person stand taller and taller. I played with the M1911 pistol for a while. Although the magazine only has 7 rounds, the caliber of .45 is unmatched by ordinary 9mm pistol bullets.

With extremely high human restraint, one shot can basically incapacitate the enemy.

This is known as the most classic pistol during World War II. It has served in the US military for 74 years. The silver-gray gun body is simple and elegant.

Liao Mingyu was very satisfied with this gun. Just like that, he inserted the gun into the holster, packed 10 kilograms of pork, soy sauce, green onions and other ingredients in storage bags, and walked towards the courtyard where the cannon fodder gathered.

After not walking far, the first thing that came into view was a dilapidated old-fashioned courtyard. A group of soldiers dressed in rags, like beggars, were cooking something around a big pot.

A thin figure ran over hurriedly, holding two cabbage in his hand: "Let, let, let me join, I will join."

Bu La, whose real name was Deng Bao, was a Hunan soldier with always messy hair. He was a poor soldier who pawned all his guns.

"Hey, I'm joining the team. Did you see, there are two big cabbages?" Bu Xi, who was as skinny as a monkey, held up the cabbage and said to everyone with a smile.

"You bitch, where did you steal some cabbage?" Sichuan Bing Yaoma kicked him out of temper.

Originally he also brought back some cabbage, but compared to the spicy ones, his cabbage was just like a few rotten cabbage leaves, and the two of them started laughing and making a fuss.

"Raise it higher, slow it down, and pour it down slowly. This is the best mountain spring water," Snake Butt, who was born in the Guangdong Army, directed the crowd.

Kang Ya took a small bag of salt and sprinkled the salt into the pot with exaggerated movements like a salt spreader. She stirred the soup in the pot with a stick and took a sip: "Hmm! It's so fresh."

At this time, Major Ayi came over, raised his head, brushed the bangs on his head, raised a small and pitiful piece of pork and said proudly: "This piece of pork costs three pounds, four liang, and six dollars. It is hard-earned."

, It’s hard-earned, brothers, in the name of resisting Japan and saving the country, resisting foreign humiliation, and..."

"Bring it here, cut it quickly, cut it!"

Before he finished speaking, the meat was snatched away by everyone. "Don't dare to cut the pieces into larger pieces. If you cut them too big, they won't be cooked well. If you cut them into small pieces, they will rot easily. Eh..."

Vet Hao, who came from Shaanxi, wanted to give some advice, but was pushed aside by everyone. Everyone was laughing and ready to eat.

Meng Fan limped and took the vermicelli he stole from Xiao Zui's house, threw the vermicelli into the pot with a shooting posture, and looked at everyone with pride.

"Oh, you can't stew it like this, it will turn into a mushy soup." Snake's buttocks burst into pain.

"Hey, that guy at the door, what do you do?" Kaoma noticed Liao Mingyu standing at the door, and everyone turned around and looked at him curiously.

Liao Mingyu smiled slightly, raised his head and said loudly: "I am your captain!"

"Captain?"

Kaname was confused and looked at Bu La and others in confusion. Bu La also shook his head and said he didn't know what was going on.

While Meng Fanlai was adding firewood to the bottom of the pot, he said angrily: "Hey, we are a cannon fodder with half of our body rotten, but the leader is still worried about our relationship."

Everyone also looked at the man who claimed to be the leader with confusion. The clean and tidy military uniform and leather boots were a bit incompatible with the environment here.

He has a tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a wheat-colored face with sharp edges and corners, and the corners of his mouth are naturally raised. Even if he doesn't usually smile, he gives people a smiling expression, but his sharp eyes also reveal a hint of majesty.

Liao Mingyu ignored him, knowing that Meng Fan was a sharp-tongued guy in the original work. He strode to the cooking pot, lifted the straw hat covering the pot and smelled: "You are making pork stew.

Vermicelli? Do you know what pork stewed vermicelli is?"

A group of soldiers stood there, staring at each other in confusion.

"They know nothing. They are a bunch of bastards." Milong, a soldier from the Northeast who was lying on the hammock and eating watermelon, said disdainfully and spit out a mouthful of watermelon seeds at everyone in annoyance.

Mi Long is the richest person in the entire cannon fodder regiment. Before the defeat, he was the army's munitions director. After a defeat, the entire army suffered heavy casualties and the organization was broken up. Mi Long survived, but a large number of supplies became cheaper for this guy.

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Liao Mingyu smiled and threw the bag in his hand forward, what a guy! Everyone took a closer look and saw that the white pork was evenly fat and thin. It was definitely the best pork belly. It weighed at least 10 kilograms. Ayi's piece was pitifully small.

The pork is almost unbelievable in comparison, as well as white noodles, scallions, soy sauce vermicelli...

"Hey, the stuff is pretty hard, sir. I just came from the black market."

"Um, be good."

"Gu"

Bu La swallowed hard, but was slapped on the head by Gao Nu, "What a worthless thing, how can you be so greedy for two pieces of pork?" He put his face towards her again, smiling.

He showed two big teeth: "Sir, do you need help?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to eat an authentic meal of vermicelli stewed with cabbage and pork?"

"think"

Everyone replied in unison, this damn thing is more uniform than shouting slogans.
Chapter completed!