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"I've only been away for less than 1 day?" Qin Han frowned and asked.

"The date you entered is the day after you left, and the time of space movement is 0:00, so it's 0:00 the day after you leave, that's right." The 'personal platform' has all questions to answer.

"What happens if I enter the day before?" Qin Han was curious about the baby's temperament again, and he couldn't imagine the two of them facing each other.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try it easily, this is a system vulnerability, two of you in the same time period, there will definitely be a disappearance, each with a fifty percent chance." Judging from such a positive answer from the 'personal platform', Qin Han is not the first person to think like this.

Without further asking, he put the 'personal platform' aside to replenish his energy, Qin Han went straight to the basement, he wanted to find some information on industrial equipment during World War II.

Qin Han's residence in the last days was a collapsed library, and he was extremely curious, so he wasted a lot of effort to clear the passage to the basement of the library, in order to only use the historical materials underground, and now those materials finally have a place to use.

Just before returning to the end of the world, Qin Han pondered for a long time, his own practice of fighting alone would not work at all on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, how long would it take to kill a hundred devils a day, 2 million? It is necessary to form its own team and logistics base, and everyone will kill together, on a large scale. To establish a logistics base, the library's database is his greatest reliance.

Five days later, Qin Han was dressed in individual armor and carrying a newly processed 6.5mm caliber G36 assault rifle, picking up the 'personal platform' and preparing to enter the time. It's not that there are no better individual weapons in the last days, it's just that because of logistical problems, even if you carry it, it can only be used as a disposable weapon, and it is better to carry a weapon that can replenish ammunition.

"You're not going to come back anytime soon?" The mechanical sound unique to the 'personal platform' sounds.

"No, you've asked many times. Let's give you a name. Qin Han looked relaxed.

"I'm going to call it Wangcai, and this name sounds festive." The 'personal platform' has a unique taste.

The corners of Qin Han's mouth twitched, and after making an expression of weakness, Zhengse said, "Then Wangcai is good, are you ready?" We're leaving. ”

"What you need to prepare, okay? I suggest you find a safer place to set off, if the next time you come back this place completely collapses, you will just end up in the dirt, and I don't need to tell you about the consequences, right? "I don't know if it's Qin Han's illusion, after the 'personal platform' has a name, there seems to be less mechanical sound in the tone.

"No matter what, I don't want to stay in this world for a moment now, I'm really fed up with the smell of mutant insect meat here. I'll make up your energy when I come back, and if it's buried in the soil, we'll go back. "This apocalypse is really terrible, with the stability of a killer in Qin and Han, after experiencing a time travel, he doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

"Since you insist, then recheck the date: 19380716. If confirmed, the delivery begins. "Wangcai has always been a qualified 'personal platform'.

At 8 o'clock in the morning of July 16, 1938, Wing Commander Kameda Nakasa personally led a brigade of Japanese troops into Changjing County. The total number of Japanese troops in Changjing soared to nearly 1,500, causing a lot of noise throughout the county, and patrols that had been stopped were resumed, but the number of people in each patrol was doubled and the traffic became more frequent.

Qin Han was in the cave "stronghold", after hiding the weapons and equipment he brought, he once infiltrated Changjing County for reconnaissance, and chose to leave after roughly determining the number of devils. Although the living environment of the last days has caused some changes in his body, it is not to the extent that he can fight with more than 1,500 devils.

But leaving does not mean not making trouble for the devils, near a railway about 10 kilometers away from Changjing County, Qin Han admired his masterpiece with a cigarette in his mouth - a Japanese military train that derailed and overturned. Listening to the terrible screams of the devil in the sound of the ammunition explosion, and spitting out a smoke ring comfortably, Qin Han turned around and went down the dirt slope, hoping that Kameda would like another gift placed under his bed.

But all this is no longer what Qin Han is concerned about now, as the so-called I am lucky, I lose my life, if Kameda's little devil can survive this catastrophe, it is a big deal to give him a bigger "gift" next time.

Riding a robbed three-wheeled motorcycle, Qin Hanle, dressed in a traitor suit, wandered around the villages around the county seat, waiting for the guerrillas to rob him. After saving the villagers last time, he flashed people directly, and he didn't meet the troops who responded, and now he had to use this stupid method to return to the troops. Except for returning to the troops, he didn't know where to find people to form a team and build a base.

It can be regarded as hard work paying off, when the sky was about to get dark, Qin Han fell into the hands of the guerrillas in the way of planting onions.

"Dog traitor, tell me quickly, what are you doing outside the city? Is it that the devil has some bad idea again? Looking at the guerrillas around him with machetes, javelins, firecrackers and other messy weapons, Qin Han, who was disgraced, felt a little toothache.

"Comrade, you are mistaken, I am not a traitor." Qin Han, who had returned to the last days and completed his homework, was already able to communicate with the guerrillas normally.

"Who is a comrade with you, dog traitor, stop quibbling. Confess leniently, resist strictly, and stubbornly resist to the end is only a dead end. A teenage girl was a little excited, and the javelin in her hand almost poked Qin Han's face.

Qin Han smiled bitterly, is this considered self-inflicted? sighed and continued: "Little girl, even if I am really a traitor, if you want to ask, you have to let me finish speaking, right?" Seeing that a few people did not interrupt him again, he continued: "I am a scout of the Eighth Route Army, and I was separated from my companions when I was on a mission, and I lost contact with the troops. By the way, my name is Qin Han, you can verify it. ”

Several guerrillas looked at Qin Han with the eyes of a monster, and in modern terms, the meaning of that vision was: How big a brain hole can this come up with such a strange method?

"Qin Han? You say you're Qin Han? The only middle-aged man holding a firearm among the several people said in surprise.

"You know me?" Qin Han felt a little strange, when was he so famous that even the guerrillas knew about it?

"Of course you know, since you single-handedly saved an entire village at the foot of Liangjia Mountain and disappeared again, your unit has notified several nearby guerrillas. We've been looking for you for two whole days, and we've even been to the county seat, but we haven't heard anything from you. We all thought you were ...... by devils, but we didn't expect you to be alive. Perhaps thinking that the last sentence was a little inappropriate, the middle-aged man awkwardly stopped talking.

Learning what was written in the book, Qin Han took the middle-aged man's hand with an excited face and shook it and said, "Comrade, thank you, thank you." ”