"Who are you? What's going on?" Li Wei was a little confused. His eyes moved to the boy, and there was a very old-style rifle. He also recognized that this was a German-style Mauser-style Hanyang rifle. The gun was 1.25 meters long and weighed 4 kilograms. He still remembered that the predecessor of the Yamaha Motorcycle Co., Ltd. in China was the Hanyang Arsenal. This antique is too old. What's going on? The child still has a gun? What's the world? Doesn't anyone care about it? The police, why are the Japanese taking 38 guns and putting them everywhere? Are China and Japan fighting again? It's impossible. How can they get these broken things out? Even if they make movies, there is no need to use real guys.

Li Wei's mind was full of confusion. He really couldn't figure out what was going on?

"What are you doing, Chinese?" The big boy looked at him, as if he was confirming something. His eyes showed a sense of maturity that was not supposed to be at this age, and he asked in a strong Hebei accent.

The big boy seemed to treat Li Wei as someone who escaped and hid in the mountains.

"I?! Of course I am a Chinese. You think I am a Japanese. I am a student of Huaming Middle School in City X." Li Wei truthfully reported his identity.

"High school student? Then why are you here? Don't you know that you are fighting now?" The older boy's tone slowed down a little, revealing a hint of respect, and the scholars seemed to be full of identity.

Li Wei was a little confused, "How could I know? When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was here. I still remember that I was still in the Wanshou Mountain Cemetery just now." China really started fighting with the little Japanese again. The little Japanese fought in such a fierce way into the mountainous areas of China. This old-fashioned weapon? It is worth doubting that a few Japanese imperialist remnants have eaten their fill and reappeared in the royal army's mighty spirit, which has caused the Chinese people to take out old guns from the military museum to fight?

"Let's go, leave here quickly, isn't it safe?" The boy pulled him up and drilled into the bushes. The other boy also held the gun and looked around with a vigilant hand, alerting them.

"Wait, where is this? What day is today?" Li Wei suddenly stopped and asked.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, go quickly, this is Taihang Mountain, today is November 7, 28th year of the Republic of China." The boy felt that Li Wei had so much nonsense, and he pointed the gun in his hand at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"In the 28th year of the Republic of China, my God, wasn't it in 1939? The War of Resistance Against Japan?" Li Wei was stunned. Before he could even be stunned, the boy grabbed his hand and dragged it into the woods.

The three people advanced rapidly in the dense forest. The two boys obviously adapted to the terrain in the mountains, kept moving and jumping, avoiding various branches and rocks. Li Wei staggered and barely followed them.

After walking directly on four or five hills, they came to a village. The village was not big and surrounded by the mountain. In addition to the local people, there were also a large number of people wearing yellow clothes and carrying guns.

"God, it's really 1939, isn't it a movie?" Li Wei recognized the three words "Eighth Route Army" written on the armbands of those yellow clothes. The guns on their backs included the brand new 38 style, the formal, and even the classic German-made shell guns, the Maxim heavy machine guns. How old are there, Li Wei dare not imagine what these weapons that already exist only in the History Museum are used in front of him.

The two boys kept greeting the people around them eagerly.

With the two boys, Li Wei felt that the people around him and the Eighth Route Army stared at him with curious eyes, which made him at a loss. He looked at himself and was amused. No wonder he was wearing a Pepsi T-shirt, crocodile jeans, Li Ning sneakers, and a Earl watch on his left wrist. Not to mention that there was a SONY MP3 and Nokia phone in his pocket, all of which were squeezed from Zhao Biao. Not to mention that this outfit was not in this era, and now it is late November, and he is still wearing summer clothes. No wonder he is eye-catching. As Li Wei expected, Nokia has always reminded him that he is in the signal-free zone. There are not many areas in the mobile signal-free zone these days.

Li Wei smiled slightly at the people, and the people who looked at him and the Eighth Route Army also responded with faint smiles on their faces, no longer looking at him with strange vigor. They just looked at him with a smile on the wall from afar, as if they were watching something rare.

Li Wei was taken to a small courtyard, and there were two soldiers standing at the door.

The big boy pulled Li Wei and pulled a long bench to sit down at the large square table in the middle room. The other boy went out and got a kettle and a few pieces of bread.

There were also piles of strange parts on the table, including wires, batteries, charcoal rods, and small light bulb-like electronic tubes.

The big boy pulled the parts aside and said, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet, come and have a cake."

The big boy tore a piece of bread and handed it to Li Wei, and he tore a piece of it himself and started eating it with a bowl of water.

"What are the names of you two?" Li Wei then remembered that he followed the two boys through mountains and rivers for a long time, but he still didn't know what the name of the other party was.

"My name is Wang Bao, his name is Duan Cheng, they are all in the same team." The big boy buried his head in dealing with the bread, and it seemed that he was hungry.

Li Wei nodded and bit the dough in his hand. It was made of rough noodles, with a little sand, and it was a little rough and salty. It had a unique fragrance of grain. Maybe it was pure natural green food without fertilizer. Li Wei also felt a little hungry, and slowly chewed it, thinking about things in his heart.

It seems that it was really 1939, but how did I go back? It seems that it is impossible. It can only be said that it is God's will. Everything about his parents, classmates, and even Han Xiuying had nothing to do with him. Even his enemy Zhao Biao lost his meaning. These people who were related to his life were not even born yet.

Li Wei silently chewed the bread, and could only be at ease since he came. Maybe it was God's arrangement. If the idea was correct, he might be able to live to the original era, and maybe he could make Zhao Biao's family in advance, and Han Xiuying might not leave him.

After figuring this out, Li Wei let go and focused on dealing with the food in front of him.

"I'm full, brother, I'm so gentle to eat. No wonder I'm a student. Okay, you eat it first, I'll go." Wang Bao had already eaten a few big cakes in his hand, greedily licked the oil stains on his fingers, and put them on Hanyang next to the table to make it.

"Brother, think about your worries." Duan Cheng came over and looked at Li Wei biting the bread in small mouthfuls.

"Well, what about my former classmates?" Li Wei looked at the dark-skinned and somewhat shy boy in the mountain. He didn't say much along the way, and followed Wang Bao.

"How old are you now?"

“17!”

"Good, I went to high school at the age of 17. Your family is so good. Unlike me, I am already sixteen and I don't even know a few words. There are not many people in our army to go to high school, and those who know a few words are in the regiment headquarters." Duan Cheng looked envious. At this time, China's education was still underdeveloped. There were very few people who received modern education at high school or even junior high school, and the requirements for admission were also very high. High school students were comparable to modern doctoral students, and college students were even rarer.

Li Wei answered boredly, while unconsciously grasping the scattered parts on the table in his hand. He sat long and didn't hold a pen for a while, and he was always very uncomfortable with it.

Although it is an ordinary chat, it still has a faint smell of cross-examination. Nowadays, a stranger suddenly appears on the battlefield, which is easy to be suspicious. Duan Cheng inquires about Li Wei's origin in a very homely manner.

"I heard that the school you mentioned is in Jiangnan, right?"

"Well, it's a very beautiful city in Jiangnan."

"Life in the city is so good. Look at you being fair and clean, it's different from our country people."

"What do parents do at home?"

"Do a small business." Li Wei's parents were laid off as self-employed and set up small stalls to make a living.

"Your place should have been occupied by the Japanese devils, otherwise how could you run into this mountain to suffer?"

"Yeah!" Li Wei didn't know what to say. According to the current time, the city he lived in was occupied by the Japanese invaders at this time.

"When the Japanese are driven away, we will also go to school to study. If we are not educated, we will be bullied by others." Duan Cheng's eyes were full of longing for the school.

"The Japanese will definitely be driven away, and you will definitely be able to go to school to study." Li Wei couldn't help but think that Duan Cheng, a young man in the mountains, was very cute and simple.

"Thank you for your words, I'm looking forward to this day. How great is studying!" Duan Cheng looked happy and looked forward to the future. He also found out the origin of Li Wei. An ordinary student from the south fled to the mountains due to war and lost and appeared near the battlefield where the Eighth Route Army fought with the Japanese devils.

Duan Cheng didn't pay any attention to the pile of scattered parts on the table gradually assembled into shape in Li Wei's hands, like a big old radio, which Li Wei himself didn't notice. This kind of ancient radio, an old antique that he had almost eliminated for a long time, was simply easy to assemble.

At this time, Wang Bao brought two people into the house, one was a middle-aged man in his forties, and the other was a girl with a round face that looked like a sixteen or seventeen years old. Both of them were wearing yellow Eighth Route Army uniforms.

Wang Bao threw a set of clothes over and said, "Wear it, it's cold, be careful of catching a cold on your body." He cared about Li Wei very much.

Li Wei is quite satisfied with the pure cotton handmade, very thick, Li Wei feels warmer and more solid in his clothes. To be honest, it is a bit cool in the morning of autumn. Although he had just walked a lot of mountain roads and sweated a little, now wearing this outfit can just resist the coolness of autumn.
Chapter completed!