Under the winter sun, Wang Yan was rolling up his sleeves, shrunk in the corner of the wall and shivering.

As soon as I woke up, I traveled from the student dormitory of a third-rate university to the world of bright swords, can you believe it?

It's just a matter of crossing into the world of the TV series Bright Sword, and he went into a prisoner of war camp and became a defeated and captured officer of the Central Army, what do you say?

The most unfortunate thing is not this.

All kinds of benefits for other traversers, but he has nothing, except for a card.

Wang Yan subconsciously spread out his right hand, only to see a dark purple card lying in the palm of his hand.

The front is delicately painted with two figures intertwined, one of whom locks one of the other's arms using a Jiu-Jitsu armbar.

On the back there are five quaint seal characters: Cross solid mastery.

Under these five seal characters, there is also a red pattern.

This red pattern looks like a button? Wang Yan subconsciously pressed down.

In an instant, an electric current flowed through his fingertips from the cards, and then a flood of information poured into his mind.

"it!"

Wang Yan subconsciously wanted to get rid of the cards.

The card suddenly turned into a point of light and dissipated into the air.

In the blink of an eye, the cards dissipated and became invisible, but Wang Yan's mind had more memories of the armbar, and it felt as if he had been practicing the armbar for decades!

"Hey, go aside." An arrogant voice suddenly sounded.

Wang Yan raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw that there was already an additional figure in front of him.

This is a big tall man, at least 1.85 meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist.

Although it was winter, he only wore a thin military uniform, which was dirty, torn, and full of bloodstains, which had obviously not been washed for a long time, and exuded a rancid smell.

The most eye-catching thing is the other party's blue-black bald head.

A line of small words immediately popped up in front of Wang Yan's eyes: Wei Dayong, sergeant squad leader of the 72nd Division of the Central Army.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Dayong glared at Wang Yan and said impatiently, "Get out of the way." ”

"Why?" Wang Yan glared back at Wei Dayong coldly, "If you want to bask in the sun, find a place by yourself." ”

"I've taken a fancy to your place, and I'm sheltered from the wind right in front of the sun." Wei Dayong said in an arrogant tone, "If you know each other, hurry up and get me aside, otherwise I will beat you." ”

"I'll see if you beat one up."

Wang Yan was furious, is it really easy to bully the master?

Just get the armbar mastery, I'll take you to practice first.

"Don't you dare?" Wei Dayong slashed his chest and grabbed Wang Yan's shirt.

Wang Yan only felt a strong force coming from his chest, this guy has so much strength!

At this time, the newly acquired memories of the armbar come into play.

Wang Yan twisted his waist almost reflexively, his body rose into the air, and his two long legs locked Wei Dayong's neck and chest respectively like scissors.

Wei Dayong's right arm grabbed Wang Yan's shirt, but it was fixed between Wang Yan's legs.

A standard armbar, Wei Dayong was caught off guard and hit the trick.

"Boom!" The two men who had lost their center of gravity fell heavily to the ground, and dust was splashed everywhere.

The prisoners of war who were basking in the sun all around turned their heads to look over, and saw clearly that Wei Dayong was locked by Wang Yan, and couldn't help but show a look of astonishment, how could it be?

Monk Wei is a prisoner of war camp!

At the beginning, Wei Dayong still wanted to break free from Wang Yan's control.

But Wang Yan only pushed his crotch slightly, and one of Wei Dayong's right arms was bent in reverse into an exaggerated arc, and it seemed that it could be broken from the elbow joint at any time.

If the elbow joint is bent to this arc, it must be a sharp pain.

But Wei Dayong was stunned and did not say a word, and refused to beg for mercy.

However, in the face of the cruel reality, Wei Dayong did not dare to struggle indiscriminately.

"Convincing or not?" Wang Yan's crotch unloaded a little bit and asked Wei Dayong.

"Take advantage of my unpreparedness to carry out a sneak attack, what kind of hero is it?" Wei Dayong was not convinced.

Wang Yan frowned slightly, and was hesitating to give him a little color to see, when the camp gate suddenly opened, and then two Japanese soldiers rushed in with a 38 cover with a good bayonet.

"Yaga! No fighting! A Japanese soldier snapped.

I don't understand Japanese, but I know what it means.

Wang Yan had no choice but to let go of his hands and retract his legs.

Wei Dayong patted his ass and got up from the ground, and did not fight for Wang Yan's position anymore.

After the two Japanese soldiers left, Wei Dayong finally held back a sentence: "Good skills, brother." ”

As soon as Wei Dayong's words fell, Wang Yan heard a pleasant sound in his ears, and then a card that emitted a purple luster fell from Wei Dayong's body.

Wei Dayong turned a blind eye to this.

The surrounding prisoners of war also did not react.

Wang Yanxin thought that sure enough, Wei Dayong and they couldn't see this card.

Stretching out his hand and making a slight move, the purple card that had just fallen from Wei Dayong's body flew into Wang Yan's palm with a swish.

Entering a cold place, I looked closely, only to see that the front of the card was painted with a monk who was boxing, and then looked at the back of the card, but it was seven quaint seal characters: Shaolin inner boxing proficient.

Shaolin inner boxing mastery? Wang Yan's eyes lit up.

Through the card that he had mastered just now, Wang Yan already understood one thing.

Such cards can directly comprehend skills and help him save hard cultivation.

But that's not the point, the point is that he subdued Wei Dayong just now, and then Wei Dayong dropped this skill? Is this the perk of being a traverser? His golden finger?

If that's the case, it wouldn't be bad.

Wei Dayong then asked, "Brother, what do you call it?" ”

"Wang Yan, lieutenant and deputy of the 54th Division." Wang Yan said his current identity without thinking, and then said, "Central Army Military Academy, the thirteenth infantry section. ”

"Ah, I'm still the commander of the Central Military Academy."

"My name is Wei Dayong, the sergeant squad leader of the 72nd Division."

At this moment, the gates of the camp were opened again.

This time, in addition to the devils who maintained order in the prisoner of war camp, there was another group of devils.

There are not many of these devils, only a few dozen, and they are all wearing tactical vests with steel plates, and the steel helmets on their heads are also matte, and they are also covered with nets.

Almost at the same time, there were dozens more devil sentry posts on the corner towers at the four corners of the prisoner of war camp walls.

On the roof of the two-story building in front of the prisoner of war camp, a Type 92 heavy machine gun was quietly erected.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yan's heart suddenly sank, no, this is the Yamamoto special team came to the door, they are here to take prisoners of war to practice their killing skills!

According to the plot of the TV series "Bright Sword", there are hundreds of prisoners of war in the entire prisoner of war camp, except for Wei Dayong who successfully escaped, the rest are counted as one, and they all have to die in the hands of devils.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan did not hesitate to use the second card he had just gotten.

An electric current instantly flowed through his body, and Wang Yan instantly mastered the essence of Shaolin Inner Family Boxing.