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Chapter 001 Colonel of the National Army(1/2)

"Plop"

A loud noise made Yang Junran, who had been asleep for a long time, wake up.

After rubbing his hazy eyes, Yang Junran began to look around, wanting to know what was disturbing his dream.

"Ah." Yang Junran's whole body trembled, and his eyes stared at the broken arm not far away.

The broken arm stained with red blood and dust was not far from Yang Junran.

The sound of killing in the distance began to reach Yang Junran's ears. He sat in a small pit and never dared to take any action.

Time passed by bit by bit, but the sound of gunfire in the distance did not stop.

Yang Junran mustered up his courage, slowly got up, and glanced outside.

In the distance, soldiers in yellow military uniforms rushed towards him with bayonets.

Not far from me was a soldier wearing a light yellow military uniform.

"Japanese army? National army?" Yang Junran couldn't help but shout loudly.

But no one answered him, and the fierce battle ahead began again.

"Where is this? What are you doing?" Yang Junran stood up subconsciously and shouted loudly at the National Army soldiers in front of him.

He couldn't believe what was in front of him, all of this was a nightmare.

I slept well in bed, why did I suddenly run here?

No one answered him, but a bullet from the Japanese army shot towards Yang Junran's head.

With a bang, Yang Junran felt very painful on his head and gradually fell to the ground.

He wanted to struggle hard, and he knew it was not a nightmare, but a heart-wrenching pain.

My body kept twitching, but I could never stand up again.

Gradually, Yang Junran fell into a coma.

The soil in the distance has already fluttered with the wind, and the earth seems to be trembling, and the fierce battle is still ongoing.

The sky turned dark without realizing it, and Yang Junran's surroundings had changed.

"Where am I?" Yang Junran looked at the darkness around him and couldn't help but shouted in fear.

Gradually a white light appeared, illuminating Yang Junran's body.

Yang Junran felt a sudden pain in his hand, and a picture appeared in the white light without warning.

In the picture, a group of Chinese people struggled hard, while the Japanese machine guns kept firing, and the struggling people gradually became cold corpses.

The cry of children and the struggle of women did not make the Japanese army stop their beastly behavior. The old people were lamenting, but did not change their final death.

A child, who seemed to be seven or eight years old, stood blankly on the street, looking at the scene around him at a loss.

The war horses in the distance ran by quickly, and the saber ruthlessly cut off the child's head.

Yang Junran's blood boiled, regretting that he had not picked up his weapons and fought with the Japanese officers and soldiers.

The picture suddenly changed, and the Japanese officers and soldiers appeared on the streets in the posture of victorious people.

"Nanjing." Yang Junran couldn't help but shout.

With Yang Junran's shouting, the picture changed again.

A colonel of the National Army struggled to the death on the position, surrounded by proud Japanese officers and soldiers.

The Japanese army was mocking, but the colonel had no expression.

Yang Junran was a little surprised. The colonel looked very familiar.

A ring suddenly appeared in the picture. Yang Junran remembered that the colonel just now had this ring.

Suddenly, Yang Junran felt a severe pain coming from his right middle finger.

The ring on the picture suddenly disappeared, as the ring disappeared.

The surroundings turned black again. Yang Junran touched his right hand, and there seemed to be an extra ring on his middle finger.

“Mission, honor, responsibility, country.”

Eight large golden characters suddenly appeared in front of Yang Junran, and a huge picture appeared around him.

He was wearing military uniforms from unknown countries, standing in the palace in Tokyo, Japan, accepting the Japanese worship.

"This...this is..." Yang Junran asked in confusion.

No one answered his words, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Gradually, everything gradually blurred.

Yang Junran felt a pain in his head and fell into a coma again.

"Dream, this is a dream." In his subconscious, Yang Junran kept reminding himself.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Junran opened his eyes in a daze.

The environment I was in had not changed. I was still in that small pit, and the broken arms were covered with dust not far away.

At this moment, Yang Junran was no longer wearing his loose pajamas, but a regular uniform of the National Army Colonel.

The armed belt, armband, collar seal, dagger, pistol, horse boots, gloves, Yang Junran is already fully armed at this moment.

There was no sound of guns and cannons in the distance, and it was replaced by the laughter of several Japanese soldiers.

Yang Junran carefully picked up his pistol and looked outside with trembling tremblingly.

He received professional military training, but did not become an officer.

"Discipline is loose, and it is beneficial to personal limelight, self-centered, unorganized, and clever. This person is not suitable for any military rank."

Thinking of the evaluation given to him by his superiors, Yang Junran didn't care at all. Anyway, this is what he is, and no one can change it.

The timid heart seemed to be suppressed by the military uniform on his body. Although the Mauser pistol in his hand had never been used, Yang Junran aimed at the Japanese army in the distance in a good manner.

The Japanese army was not large in number, with only five people, and the bodies of both China and Japan were everywhere.

It seems that the fierce battle here has lasted for a long time. What Yang Junran is most worried about now is that he cannot hit these Japanese troops, but instead exposes his position.

Yang Junran suddenly made a clever move, and this colonel was the colonel he had seen in his picture.

The current observation made Yang Junran even more confused.

The appearance of this colonel is simply carved from the same mold as himself, no wonder I feel very familiar with it.

"What's going on? I'm still dreaming." Yang Junran was very confused.

He pinched his arm hard and the pain immediately felt.

"Not a dream."

I don’t know who answered, and Yang Junran immediately sat on the land.

The colonel's figure appeared in Yang Junran's mind again, and his expectant eyes seemed to be waiting for his help.

Yang Junran knew that if he wanted to figure out what was going on, he had to rescue the colonel first.

After carefully checking the shell gun, Yang Junran began to find the target.

The boiling blood had already filled Yang Junran with murderous aura. Thinking of the Japanese officers and soldiers in the picture just now, Yang Junran was even more sure of his idea of ​​killing.

Yang Junran lay on the mound of soil and aimed at the Japanese army in the distance.

According to his judgment, it was at least 300 meters away from the Japanese army. Yang Junran, who was familiar with various weapons in World War II, naturally knew that the maximum range of the thug gun in his hand was only 150 meters. In the current situation, it was obvious that it could not be solved by pistols.

Suddenly, a rifle in the distance appeared in Yang Junran's sight. Without any hesitation, he quickly moved towards the rifle.

The Japanese army did not seem to have the intention to kill the colonel, but simply kept threatening the colonel with bayonets.

The colonel had no expression, as if he was waiting for something to come.

With a bang, a Japanese soldier was hit on the shoulder.

Yang Junran frowned helplessly as he looked at his achievements.

Now, not only did he not hit the Japanese army, but he also exposed himself.

Yang Junran quickly moved his location, for fear that the Japanese army would discover it, but the Japanese rifle quickly shot over.

Yang Junran glanced quietly, and the five Japanese troops seemed not to notice that they had moved their positions.

Although there has been no military training for a while, Yang Junran's military literacy has not changed at all.

After relaxing secretly, taking a deep breath, Yang Junran pointed his gun at the Japanese army again.

After confirming that there was no problem, Yang Junran quickly pulled the flight.

The 7.92mm pointed bullet quickly shot at the Japanese army. Yang Junran did not look at his battle record, but quickly moved to the next position.

However, the bullet had already passed through the Japanese army's forehead and ran rapidly towards the back.

The Japanese army had already fallen to the ground, and red blood was constantly flowing on the wounds on their foreheads.

The colonel smiled, but the Japanese soldiers were determined to kill him.
To be continued...
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