Suzuki was just eighteen years old, and soon after joining the army, he followed the Shanghai Dispatch Army and arrived here on a transport ship. He hadn't experienced much of a battle, and there was still a little childishness in his eyes.

"Yes, Shimoi-senpai comes to my house if he has the opportunity, and the beef made by my mother is very delicious." Suzuki said with a smile.

Shimoi said with a smile: "Okay, when the time comes, I will introduce my sister to you, my sister is about the same age as you, I think you two are very suitable." ”

Hearing this, Suzuki lowered his head a little shyly, and then leaned over very attentively and said, "Senior, you... Do you have a picture of her? ”

Shimoi smiled, and was about to pull out a picture of his sister from his arms.

But at this moment, a cold light suddenly flickered in front of his eyes. Behind him, Qin Chuan had already swung his dagger and slashed at his throat.

Just as he was about to make a move when the dagger directly cut his throat. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, then clasped his hands over his severed throat, trying to scream, but nothing came out.

When Suzuki saw this scene, his eyes widened in horror, and he was just about to shout when he was covered by a big hand.

"Poof!!"

A dagger pierced him in the heart with unmistakable accuracy, and he instantly lost the ability to resist, and collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing.

On the other side, Shimoi was still struggling on the ground, but because his trachea had been cut, he could no longer breathe air. The feeling of suffocation is 10,000 times more painful than the instant death of being pierced through the heart.

It was Qin Chuan and Zhang Changshan who did it, Qin Chuan's technique was accurate, and Zhang Changshan's bayonet also accurately found the location of the heart. The two glanced at each other, and then tacitly touched the Japanese camp.

On the other side, Zhao Erxi also broke the neck of another Japanese sentry. Before he joined the army, he had practiced in Southern Shaolin in Quanzhou for two years, so the movements of touching the little devil sentry were also very neat.

The six people involved in the operation, after clearing out a few sentries of the little devils, had already touched the outside of their tents.

Qin Chuan and a few of them brought the cluster grenade from behind, and then directly pulled the string and threw it into the camp tent of the Japanese army.

One of the cluster grenades smashed right on the head of a Japanese soldier, waking him up from his sleep.

"Yaga!!" The Japanese soldier got up very angry and immediately scolded.

But as soon as he finished scolding, he noticed that there was a black object next to him. Although he was a little confused, the Japanese soldier quickly recognized what the smoking thing next to him was, thanks to his rich experience.

That's one... No, it's a string of grenades.

"Boom!! Rumble!! Rumble!! ”

Three loud bangs were heard in succession, and the three tents of the Japanese army were suddenly blown up into the sky. Seven or eight grenades were bundled together, and the power was even greater than that of some small-caliber artillery shells.

Those Japanese soldiers who were still asleep, and before they knew what was going on, they directly turned into a corpse that was blown up.

Some Japanese soldiers survived because they were far from the center of the explosion, but they were also seriously wounded and screamed in the smoke of gunpowder.

Qin Chuan and the others, of course, would not let go of these wounded Japanese soldiers. They carried the rifles in their hands, entered the smoke of gunpowder, and then mended their knives one by one at the Japanese soldiers who were still wailing.

A few minutes later, the seven or eight Japanese soldiers who had been injured by the explosion also stopped screaming, and they were all sent to hell by Qin Chuan.

At the moment of the explosion, the soldiers of the Ninth Company on the periphery of the dock immediately began to move closer to this side.

After Qin Chuan and the others dealt with the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army, they rushed to the steamboat.

These steamboats were usually used for transportation and passenger transport on the Yangtze River, and were abandoned here after the outbreak of war. Some of the steamboats had been blown up by Japanese shells, while some were still in service.

Qin Chuan picked a relatively large steamboat, which was enough to carry all the soldiers of their Ninth Company.

But after getting on the boat, Qin Chuan was suddenly dumbfounded.

Because he won't start such a steamboat·····

He took it for granted that the steamboats of this era were similar to the boats of later generations, but it turned out that the structure of the entire cabin was completely different.

"What's up, company commander." Zhang Changshan ran over and asked.

Qin Chuan's mind was running quickly, and then he said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not a big problem, it's not a big problem." ”

As he said this, he immediately began to enter the system of the Dragon City Flying General.

"Hey, how do you handle that steamboat?" Entering the system, Qin Chuan asked bluntly.

But the system would ignore him and replied directly: "I'm sorry, what you said is beyond my knowledge." The system comes with the world's largest and most complete library, where you can find the knowledge and materials you need. ”

Hearing this, Qin Chuan hurriedly began to search for information in the library in the system.

The time in the system is completely different from the outside world, no matter how long Qin Chuan stays here, it will only be a moment outside.

After searching for more than three hours of information in the system, Qin Chuan found some driving knowledge about modern ships. And this is still the English version, if it weren't for Qin Chuan's proficiency in multiple Chinese, he might not be able to understand it.

After watching it for a long time, Qin Chuan knew that the steamboat of this era needed a rocker to start. Similar to the way he started the caravan in his time, he took a rocker and shook it violently to start the ship's engine.

"Okay, I know how to get it." Qin Chuan said, and went to find the rocker.

All eyes were on him, and if the steamboat couldn't start, they would have to go to the sailboat next to it. And the speed at which the sailboat travels, even with the oars, is outrageously slow. Not to mention going to Nanjing, it's enough to go out of Shanghai.

Qin Chuan inserted the joystick into the hole, and then began to shake his arm wildly. And with the movement of his arm, the silent steamboat, like a lion awakened from sleep, suddenly began to roar.

The engine was noisy, but as a puff of black smoke came out of the chimney, the propellers were already spinning. The steamboat also began to move slowly.

Qin Chuan drove the ship of the later generations, and he personally took the helm, began to turn the bow of the ship, and began to advance in the direction of Nanjing City, close to the surface of the Yangtze River.