Chapter 1: The unfortunate time travel ()

(... Many of us soldiers died in the enemy's artillery fire without even seeing the enemy's face; many of us didn't even have scars on our bodies when we died, but when we carried their bodies away, some of the bodies would suddenly bleed in seven holes, black blood, which was scary. Later we learned that this was shocked to death... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

"Quick, follow up...quick..."

"Big uncle..." "How many times have he said it!? Call the company commander! Don't be the eldest uncle and the eldest uncle..."

The night wind is mixed with the smell of gunpowder from afar, reminding everyone on the way that this is already a battlefield. Although the undulating grass waves under the moonlight and the swaying shadows of trees look no different from the peaceful hometown.

A Kuomintang army was sneaking in the night. Except for the company commander, the others were neatly wearing old-fashioned military uniforms, and their feet were not straw sandals but the thousand-layer cloth shoes that the villagers were rushing to collect. This was a soldier carrying more than 3,000 soldiers in Batiao Village, Laoqu Township, who were high hopes for the anti-Japanese war, and the third company of the Supplementary Battalion of the 6th Jiangsu Security Regiment; they received orders to head to the front line to supplement the 306th Regiment of the 51st Division, which was fighting bravely to fight the enemy.

Most of the soldiers of the security regiment in the supplementary battalion were from peasants. Except for a few officers above the platoon leader who had experienced suppressing bandits, the others were all sharpening guns at the last minute and firing five bullets before setting off. However, everyone was still full of confidence and fighting spirit in killing the enemy. Before them, there were already teams of Kuomintang troops wearing straw sandals and carrying rifles marching quickly from Laoqu town to fight against Japan.

Beiping falls! Tianjin falls! North China is in urgent need!!! The nation is in urgent need!!!...

Not only big cities, but also rural areas like their hometowns in East China. Every Chinese knows that the country is being invaded, and every Chinese knows that the Japanese devils who usually bully people have really come here this time.

"The 29th Route Army struggled to support for 23 days, Lugou Bridge had three gains and three losses, Deputy Commander Tong Linge, and Zhao Dengyu, Commander of the 132nd Division, died heroically!"... On the battlefield, the Kuomintang soldiers fought bravely and resisted to the death. Every battle touched the nerves of the Chinese people, and the name of every dying general would be circulated by everyone. Those farmers who only knew that they could not bear to eat during the busy farming period were mixed with brown sugar they could not bear to eat into rice to feed the cows, and bragged under the big elm tree at the entrance of the village with sweet poles in their hands. They also knew that they gathered to listen to the teacher who knew how to read the newspapers a few days ago, and were concerned about the war on the front line.

Half a month after the fight started in the place called Lugou Bridge, all townships and villages began to slaughter; but this time there was no need to catch them, many young people automatically went to Taigong Temple to register. The women in the village began to collect soles of young people and make dry food. They even had braids on their heads. Walking tremblingly, the old juren of the Qing Dynasty who usually didn't leave the gate was also supported by their family members and went to Taigong Temple to cry and motivate young people to serve their country loyally and fight bravely...

"Karoon..." A terrible explosion came from a far away, reminding everyone again that this is the battlefield.

"Isn't the wrong way? Why haven't I arrived yet?" the company commander muttered to himself. He wanted to find out the map to take a look, but he couldn't find it.

Suddenly a dark red light shone over the sky, and a strange sound of "hiss, hiss" above my head... Danger! Although I don't know what happened, many people still think the situation is not good, and some people lie on the ground in panic...

"Boom!" There was a loud bang in the sky-high price, and the scorching rush of mud and sand rolled up the entire team of people, tearing them apart...

"Uncle San! Big Brother! Big Uncle..." The farmers in military uniforms began to scream and cried. Everyone rushed around like headless flies, and old Chinese-style rifles were thrown all over the floor...

"Boom! Boom, boom..." The artillery fire came one after another, and the marching teams that had been scattered were instantly covered by thick smoke and dust. Suddenly, the explosion light could be seen flying into the air and tearing into several human bodies...

"Come on, come on this and it's so good... Maybe this shot can blow me back..." Cao Xiaomin, who was buzzing in his ears, was crying in despair. While looking forward to the terrifying blow, he hoped that a shell would blow him to pieces - if that would allow him to return to his original time and space.

How long did the shelling last? How many minutes or half a century? Cao Xiaomin didn't know that in a daze and ache all over his body, he gradually woke up and knew that the shelling had stopped. Although he could not hear any sound in his buzzing ears, the smoke was gradually dissipating...

Cao Xiaomin was coughing loudly, louder and louder, because he wanted to hear his cough, but his ears were still buzzing... The man lost his balance, and he stood up several times and fell down again; then he stood up again, and finally he stood up straight.

In the dim flame, through the dust that began to become thin, Cao Xiaomin could not see a person or corpse. In front of him were interlaced pits on the ground, larger than the basketball court. The beating flames in the pit were lit up in several places, which were all the ghost fires in the legendary hell... Finally, Cao Xiaomin saw the first person, Cao Dingfu from the same village, half of his body was exposed outside the floating soil. Cao Xiaomin crawled and rolled over, grabbed his hand and pulled him out, but he fell into the air and fell to the ground. Half of Cao Dingfu's body had been pulled onto him!

Cao Dingfu was dead! He was blown up in the waist! The broken place was still flowing out of the sticky black liquid, making Cao Xiaomin all over... "Ah!" Cao Xiaomin cried in panic, shook half of the body on his body, rubbed his hands on the mud, and then his body. He twisted his body covered with blood and body fluids and began to roll on the mud, rubbing...

One, two, three... more and more corpses were found by him, but no living person was found. The company commander was also found by him. Apart from the stiffness on his face, it means that he was dead and there were no wounds on his body.

"Company Commander! Company Commander!..." Cao Xiaomin shook the company commander hard, hoping that a miracle would happen. Suddenly, the company commander seemed to have his mouth moved... "Company Commander!..." Cao Xiaomin shook even harder...

The company commander's mouth and nostrils were strangely flowing black blood, and half-open eyes seemed to see people... "Ah!" Cao Xiaomin exclaimed and pushed the company commander's body down.

"... Many of us soldiers died in the enemy's artillery fire without even seeing the enemy's face; many of us didn't even have scars on their bodies when we died, but when we carried their bodies away, some of the bodies would suddenly bleed in seven holes, black blood, which was scary. Later we knew that this was shocked to death..." A text suddenly appeared in Cao Xiaomin's mind, which was written in a memoir left by his grandfather who had just passed away in time and space...

Damn memoir! It must be this damn memoir! Cao Xiaomin cursed in his heart. He felt that his time travel must be related to that memoir, the memoir that seemed heavy and bloody because it recorded too many war traumas; it was this spiritual evil memoir that pulled him from the original time and space to this place, which must be like this...

"Grandpa, I know I'm wrong... Let me go back!" Cao Xiaomin cried and shouted at the top of his lungs. Soon, his vision became blurred and he fainted...

"... Another one, they were all scared. Look in two days, maybe it will be fine..." A voice sounded in his ears, and a figure in a military uniform and a white coat stayed in front of him for a while, then left.

"That supplementary battalion was really unlucky. It hit the Japanese naval gun blockade. There was a reorganized company, and only one living person was left..." The voice slowly went away, and Cao Xiaomin was still sitting there blankly, as if he was wood.

He didn't know where he was or how he got here, but he still understood that he was safe, at least alive...

"Janai, do you know that they almost killed me..." Cao Xiaomin's consciousness remained in the original time and space, the time and space that made him nostalgic for endlessly, in Shanghai in 2011.

Cao Xiaomin was born in the most ordinary civilian family in Shanghai. Nothing that made him proud of since childhood has happened. There is only one shame. He has a grandfather who has been in prison for twelve years because of the crime of counter-revolution.

He was a very obedient child since he was a child, because he knew that his family was poor and had been a labor camp in his family... He could not compare with most children. He studied very seriously, was disciplined, he didn't like to talk or show off, and had never been criticized or praised by teachers. He could get 100 points, and he would deliberately get 98 points because he didn't want to attract the jealousy of the class monitor; he could run faster, but he still deliberately ran behind his classmates during the physical education exam. He just passed the exam because he didn't want to be drawn to the track and field team... Cao Xiaomin was such an ordinary student, and he couldn't find a shining spot on him until he went to college.

Before he was in the second year of college, he had passed all five international computer engineer cards that could be taken, and all passed the full marks; he was a member of the championship team in the World University Students American Computer Programming Competition; during college, he relied entirely on attacking security and defense clips released by some large companies online to win bonuses for himself to complete his studies.

The ugly duckling finally turned into a phoenix. A year before graduation, the world's largest electrical company, a famous Japanese company, invited him to work in Japan with a surprising salary... In the eyes of his classmates' jealousy and smoking, he boarded the plane to cross the East.
Chapter completed!