Lightning and thunder, heavy rain pours!

This is a barren mountain and ridge, surrounded by darkness, and you can't see your fingers.

On the muddy mountain road.

A flash of lightning flashed across the night sky.

Corpse!

The burnt corpses were black and dense, lying on their sides, many of them were dead and ferocious, with abominable faces, some were as black as charcoal, and they maintained their physical movements during their lifetime, terrifyingly and infiltrating, and some fell in mud and water...

Click!

A thunder exploded in the mountains, and a finger suddenly moved after sinking into the mud, and the white knuckles soaked in water arched slightly...

It rained heavily.

It's rare to rain so heavily this season.

The cold and biting raindrops hit the leaves, rustling like the drum beats before the formation, fast and fast!

Suddenly, the body moved!

One turned over, the other was pitch black all over, scorched by lightning, and looked up!

Another lightning flashed by.

The night sky suddenly lit up, but soon became darker again.

The rain washed away the black and gray on his face, revealing a blue and white face, with a national face, a little thin and clear. Even if the eyebrows and hair were washed away by water, they were gone.

cough!

Spit out a mouthful of dirty water.

This is a dream. Leng Feng dreamed that he had completed his mission, married his girlfriend for seven years, and gave birth to a fat boy...

However, when he opened his eyes, everything in front of him became a bubble in an instant. This body only gave him hunger, coldness, and confusion!

What is this place?

Leng Feng got up with difficulty, knelt on the muddy ground, letting the cold rain hit his face.

Click!

The branches hit by lightning burned for less than three seconds and were extinguished by the rain, but this light also allowed Leng Feng to see clearly the environment he was in!

The corpses were all burnt corpses around him, and at a glance, there were at least fifteen or sixteen.

His face is ferocious and his death is terrifying.

At this time, a severe pain came. Leng Feng couldn't help but hold his head, lying on the ground, gritting his teeth, making a sound similar to the roar of an injured wild wolf.

After a few minutes, the pain that seemed to be empty in the head finally subsided. When I looked up, I showed a pair of extremely tired eyes!

No thread on the body!

When Leng Feng stood up again, the explosive body was exposed under the erosion of the rain.

But he knew that at this moment, an ordinary child of fifteen or sixteen years old could knock him down!

He is now considered a donkey, and he is not as arrogant as a person!

Clothes, weapons, communication equipment...

After touching his whole body, he finally found a watch that belonged to him, his girlfriend gave him.

They have been in love for seven years. The first birthday gift for his birthday was not very expensive, but he always wore it on his hands.

"Xiaohong, tell me where I am and when now?" Leng Feng asked to his watch.

Suddenly, a sense of weakness spread throughout his body. Leng Feng had already adapted to the darkness. He looked around and found someone who was about the same head as him, took off his wet clothes. Hey, there were weapons?

"Crack" a flash of lightning. He was frightened when he saw the long-dead face on the ground. It was a face exactly the same as himself!

What's going on here?

Hell?

At this time, the rain gradually stopped.

Leng Feng took off the weapon on the man. It was a Browning pistol with no bullets in the magazine. After searching all over his body, he found three bullets in his trouser pocket.

What era is it? Why do people still use this antique gun?

Leng Feng originally wanted to find something to eat, but after rummaging through several corpses, he couldn't find any food to satisfy his hunger.

No, these people's clothes?

Leng Feng was not stupid, but he didn't think about it in some ways at the beginning.

And now, he found something was wrong.

The antique pistol in his hand was very new and well maintained, as if it had just been issued from a factory.

In addition to these, there are some guns scattered around the body, some of which look very old, but they are still useful.

The bodies have not changed much, which means that they died just a few hours ago?

Dragging his cold and hungry body, he found a cave and found some dry firewood. He went back, touched the bodies one by one, and finally found a box of matches in someone's pocket.

The matches are wrapped in waterproof oil paper, which is a little wet, but they are still useful.

After setting up the fire, I raised the wet clothes from the man who was on the same mold as me to bake. I found a helmet, washed it, and made some water to boil it.

The water boiled, and he directly held his helmet and drank for two sips. He felt that there was some heat in his body, which was much better.

Leng Feng also found a cowhide briefcase, and the things inside were soaked. A black-faced notebook was very thick. A drawing was probably a map, a pike pen, and a thing similar to a certificate.

The map was dried quickly, and it was a military map, densely packed, with the red arrows being the attacking side, and the blue arrows being the defense side.

"The Battle of Songhu..."

Why haven’t I heard of Songhu?

Leng Feng's mind was still a little confused. He didn't understand it for a while. At this time, the certificate had almost dried up. Maybe the only answer was found here.

Gently opening the title page, Leng Feng's eyes were a picture emblem with "blue sky and white sun", slightly shocked, followed by the seven big characters "The Certificate of the Officer of the Republic of China", or traditional Chinese characters.

Turn on the second page.

He was stunned for a moment, and a chill suddenly rushed from the tailbone to his forehead and rushed straight to the sky spirit cover.

The gray-white photo is a little yellowed, with the familiar face in the upper right corner.

Leng Feng, military rank: Second Lieutenant, combat staff member of the Second Regiment of the First Brigade of the Central Military Academy of the National Revolutionary Army, graduated from the ninth infantry department of the Central Military Academy of the Army.

Cold sweat kept oozing out of Leng Feng's body. Could it be that he was really sent to the Republic of China era by the time machine a thousand years ago?

The Black Sun Group wants to send their people back, but I’m afraid they can’t imagine it or not. Is it the person who sent it back?

If you want to change history, go to dream!

The time machine exploded, and Leng Feng vaguely knew that he might not be able to go back. So, he had to survive in this era.

This dead military officer of the National Army is also called Leng Feng, and he looks exactly the same as himself. Could it be that this is God's will?

Replacing him, Leng Feng made a decision.

He had no choice. In this era, he had to have an identity, an identity that belonged to this world.

It's dawn.

Leng Feng put on his dry military uniform and walked out of the cave.

He took some clothes from other bodies, put them on the "Leng Feng", then dug a hole with a bayonet and buried him in.

He also dealt with other corpses and gathered the relics of these people. He didn't know Leng Feng now. He could pretend to be amnesia, but the relics of these soldiers would give him some information and prove his identity.

It would be great if there were still people alive.

Unfortunately, he could not find a living person. Under such a cold rain and such a cold night, these defeated soldiers would be frozen to death if they did not starve to death.

Even he is so hungry that he is dizzy.

After identifying the direction, Leng Feng randomly took a Hanyang rifle as a crutch, wrapped the relics of these people in a military blanket and carried them on his back.

Walk along the mountain road.

Although there is a map, Leng Feng doesn't even know where he is. Even if there is a map, he has no way to judge. He can only find someone first.
Chapter completed!