Returning overnight to the pre-liberation period, the phrase is often used to describe people who suddenly become very poor, and decades of struggle are in vain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But what about when someone really returns to the pre-liberation period overnight?

When Liu Lang raised his head from the coma with difficulty, Rao was bold enough to still be startled by the unexpected scene in front of him.

Less than fifty meters away from him, all of them were wearing yellow-green steel helmets, carrying khaki backpacks, khaki military uniforms, and almost ridiculously looking rifles, and were bending down and rushing towards this side along the skirmisher line.

The hideous, numb muscles on the face are clearly visible.

Liu Lang wanted to scold his mother, but the memory of the last second clearly told him that as the chief designer of weapons at the 5210 military factory, although he was in name, he was personally conducting the first live-fire test firing of the newly developed individual rocket launcher codenamed "Changkong" on the shooting range of the factory.

The "Changkong" individual bazooka is very awesome just by looking at the shape, the caliber is 60 mm, but the length is only 75 cm, and the total weight of the entire bazooka with the warhead is only a mere 4.5 kg, don't look at the size, but the effective range is 700 meters, the maximum range is claimed to be 1000 meters, and the explosive power of the warhead is equivalent to 6 kg of TNT equivalent thermobaric bomb.

If it can be equipped with troops, based on the standard combat weight of 30 kg for a single soldier of the PLA, a single soldier can carry seven or eight warheads.

This is naturally a joy for Liu Lang, who was born in the special forces, if he had such awesome equipment back then, he would not have had to be so troublesome to annihilate the terrorist bases on the western border.

The named chief designer didn't know whether the bazooka with the shape of the bull fork was really awesome or fake, anyway, after the "boom", Liu Lang woke up and saw such a strange scene.

Is it because my head is broken, or is it the bureaucrats? Liu Lang vowed to shove the heads of the bureaucrats who would only smirk and joke at the conference table into the toilet when he returned.

Regardless of whether the experiment succeeds or fails, or even if it blows up, and he, the "chief designer", is blown up to scum, he should be sent to the hospital or a morgue, not in this bullshit photography field!

However, don't say it, this director is better than the directors of most anti-Japanese dramas, at least the costumes of the extras are quite like that.

Not to mention, the famous Type 90 steel helmet alone can be imitated as the real thing.

The Japanese army's "90" type steel helmet, in 2590 of the Japanese Emperor's Era, that is, in 1930, was officially installed in the Japanese army, named "Iron Pocket". The whole body is yellow and green, and there is a golden five-pointed star in the middle, as a trophy treasured by the old man in the family, this steel helmet Liu Lang has seen it since he was a child, and it is very familiar.

Does making a movie have a hairy relationship with Lao Tzu? Liu Lang just finished scolding his mother. I only heard a piercing scream of "whoosh" from behind from far and near.

Liu Lang subconsciously moved his body sideways, instinctively propped his hands on his chest and lowered his body lower. Judging from the sound, it should be a howitzer of more than seven or five millimeters, and Liu Lang made the most correct way to dodge the shock wave formed by the explosion of the shell at the first time. Usually in the movie, the second forced behavior of crawling directly on the ground to avoid cannonballs is on the real battlefield, and the final ending is a large vomit of blood, including internal organs.

It's just, it's just a movie, is it necessary to be so dicked? Even the real guy moved out? While instinctively dodging, a trace of doubt flashed in Liu Lang's heart.

Out of habitual caution, Liu Lang did not happily stand up and appreciate the power of the fake cannon in the movie. Soon, he was glad for his caution.

"I'll 。。。。。。" In the shock wave that swept against the ground, Liu Lang opened his mouth wide, ignoring the ash poured into his mouthful, and burst into a foul mouth.

If this is the special effects of the movie, Liu Lang, who has never set foot in the theater, decided to buy a movie ticket, no, to buy several movie tickets to support this dedicated director.

It's so real, exactly like the real thing.

The shell hit very accurately, although perhaps because of the pre-designed explosion point, the shell exploded less than forty meters in front of Liu Lang. The huge shock wave collectively destroyed the three-dimensional creatures within a radius of thirty meters.

The "soldiers" on the opposite side heard the sound of the incoming shells and quickly lay on the ground to dodge, obviously in vain, in the huge shock wave generated by the 75mm howitzer, several "soldiers" were thrown into the air in strange postures, and then fell to the ground silently, like dolls that were wantonly discarded.

It was at the moment when the shell exploded, and the huge shock wave had already taken their lives in advance, and Liu Lang, who had experienced the rain of bullets, knew very well the consequences of being hit by field artillery at such a close range.

Damn, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? Liu Lang was a little indifferent and threw away the bloody severed hand that fell on his head.

The smell of vomiting blood and the soft skin tissue of the monk proved one thing to Liu Lang, it was definitely not a prop.

However, this is no longer important for Liu Lang, from the moment when the shells "boomed" and the soldiers flew in the air.

Liu Lang knew that this was not a damn movie, and the soldiers who flew into the sky with weird twisted bodies were not extras.

This is a battlefield, a battlefield that requires human lives.

A battlefield that would have been separated by at least seventy years from the time and space he was familiar with.

What does it mean to go back to the pre-liberation overnight?

Here it is.

The unique "90-style" steel helmet, the unique 38 big cover, the snapping little short legs, no need to listen carefully to the vague chatter from the opposite side, the "extras" on the opposite side are very familiar with the costumes except for the leather curtain behind their heads, and they clearly tell Liu Lang where they come from.

Except for the island nation in the east, which lacks resources and likes collective brain cramps.

Liu Lang really couldn't imagine that there would be such a neat and consistent height in that country and that nation.

Japanese?

It turned out to be a damn Japanese.

After a brief period of astonishment, Liu Lang suddenly wanted to laugh.

Laugh out loud.

An indescribable excitement spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, Liu Lang felt that the blood all over his body was burning because of the sudden excitement, and he shivered all over his body and burst into tears.

Everyone has dreams, and Liu Lang is no exception.

As a New Chinese who was born under the red flag and grew up under the continuous bombardment of various Patriotic War films, as a soldier who is vigilant against his crazy neighbors, and as a child who has never seen his grandmother beaten by his father and can't find a safe haven, Liu Lang has had a dream since he was a child.

When soldiers fight, horses step on Tokyo.

It's a very simple, but unattainable dream.

But now, the once unattainable dream was really placed in front of him, just like a certain female major who once secretly admired but dared not express it, suddenly stripped naked and lay in front of him.

At your fingertips.

This is simply the greatest gift from God to him.

Even if you are in this battlefield where you will be killed at any time, even if the Japanese army on the opposite side will not be less than 200 according to visual estimates, but in the face of dreams, these are nothing.

What's more, as the most elite defender of the republic, Liu Lang is confident that he will retreat with his own skills.

But there is a good saying, the dream is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

The next moment, Liu Lang was cold from his irrepressible excitement.