Lightning and thunder, heavy rain pouring!

This is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, surrounded by pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Muddy mountain roads.

A bolt of lightning streaked by, lighting up the entire night sky.

Corpse!

The charred corpses, black, densely packed, lying on their sides, many, some of them were hideous, their faces were hateful, some were like black charcoal, and they still maintained their body movements before death, and some were terrible, and some fell into the muddy water......

Click!

A thunderclap exploded in the mountains, and a finger that sank into the muddy water suddenly moved, and the whitening knuckles soaked in the water arched slightly......

The rain kept falling.

In this season, it is really rare to see such heavy rain.

The icy raindrops rustled against the leaves, just like the drumbeat in front of them, fast and fast!

Suddenly, the corpse moved!

One turned over, and the other was pitch black, scorched by thunder, and his back was facing up!

Another bolt of lightning struck.

The night sky suddenly lit up, but soon it darkened again.

The rain washed away the black ash on his face, revealing a pale face, a Chinese face, a little thin, with sharp edges and corners, but the eyebrows and hair were washed by the water, and they were gone.

Cough!

Spit out a mouthful of dirty water.

This is a dream, Leng Feng dreamed that he completed the task, married his girlfriend who had been in love for seven years, and gave birth to a big fat boy......

However, when he opened his eyes, everything in front of him was instantly in vain, and this body gave only hunger, cold, and dazedness!

What is this place?

Leng Feng struggled to get up, knelt on the muddy ground, and let the cold rain hit his face.

Click!

The branch of the tree that was hit by lightning burned for less than three seconds before it was extinguished by the rain, but this bright light also allowed Leng Feng to see the environment he was in clearly!

The corpses, all around him, were charred, and at a glance there were at least fifteen or sixteen.

The face is hideous, and the death is terrifying.

At this time, a sharp pain hit, Leng Feng couldn't help but hold his head, lay on the ground, gritted his teeth, and made a low roar similar to that of an injured wolf.

A few minutes passed, and the pain that seemed to be drilling in the head finally subsided, and when I looked up again, I showed a pair of tired eyes!

There is no trace of it!

When Leng Feng stood up again, the rain washed away, revealing a body full of explosive power.

But he knew that at this moment, an ordinary child of fifteen or sixteen years old could knock him down!

He is now considered a donkey to fall, the shelf does not fall, and he belongs to the goods!

clothing, weapons, communication equipment......

After touching all over his body, he finally found something that belonged to him, the watch that his girlfriend gave him.

They have been in love for seven years, the first birthday present for his birthday, things are not very valuable, but he always wears it on his hand,

"Xiaohong, tell me, where am I and what time is it?" Leng Feng asked, looking at his watch.

Suddenly, a feeling of weakness spread in his body, Leng Feng had already adapted to the darkness, looked around, found a person about the same size as him, and took off his wet clothes, hey, and weapons?

"Click" a flash of lightning, he saw the face on the ground that had already died, and he was frightened, it was a face exactly like himself!

This, what's going on?

What the hell?

At this time, the rain gradually stopped.

Leng Feng took off the weapon on the man's body, it was a Browning pistol, there were no bullets in the magazine, and he searched his whole body before he found three bullets in his trouser pocket.

What age is it, and why do people still use this kind of antique gun?

Leng Feng wanted to find something to eat, but after rummaging through several corpses, he couldn't find any food to satisfy his hunger.

No, these people's clothes?

It's not that Leng Feng is dull, it's that he didn't think about certain aspects in the first place.

And now, he realized that something was wrong.

The antique pistol in his hand was very new and very well maintained, as if it had just been dispensed from the factory.

In addition to these, there were also a number of guns scattered around the corpse, some of which looked very old but were still functional.

The corpses hadn't changed much, indicating that they had died just a few hours earlier?

Dragging his cold and hungry body, he found a cave, found some dry firewood, he went back, touched the corpses one by one, and finally found a box of matches in someone's pocket.

The matches were wrapped in waterproof oiled paper, which was slightly wet, but it still worked.

He made a fire, put up the wet clothes from the man who was in the same mold as himself, baked them, found another helmet, washed it, and got some water to boil.

The water boiled, and he took two sips directly with his helmet in his hand, feeling that there was some heat in his body, and he was much better.

Leng Feng also found a leather briefcase, the contents were also soaked, a black-faced notebook, very thick, a drawing, estimated to be a map, and a Parker pen, and a similar document.

The map quickly dried, and it was a military map, densely packed, with red arrows for the attacking side and blue arrows for the defending side.

"Battle of Songhu ......"

What is Songhu and why haven't you heard of it?

Leng Feng's mind was still a little confused, and he didn't understand it for a while, at this time, the certificate was almost dry, maybe the only way to find the answer was from here.

Gently unveiling the title page, Leng Feng's eyes were greeted by a "blue sky and white sun" emblem, slightly startled, and then the seven big characters of "Chinese People's ** Official Certificate", or traditional Chinese characters.

Turn the second page.

He was stunned for a moment, and a chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the door of his head, straight to the Tianling Gai.

The gray-white photograph is somewhat yellowed, with a familiar face in the upper right corner.

Leng Feng, military rank: second lieutenant, combat staff officer of the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Brigade of the Teaching Corps of the Central Military Academy of the National Revolutionary Army, graduated from the 9th Infantry Section of the Central Military Academy of the Army.

Cold sweat kept seeping out of Leng Feng's body, could it be said that he was really sent to the Republic of China era a thousand years ago by that time machine?

The Black Sun Group wants to send their people back, I'm afraid they can't think of it, and they can't think of it, the person who sent it back is themselves, right?

If you want to change history, dream about it!

The time machine exploded, and Leng Feng vaguely knew that he might not be able to go back, so he had to survive in this era.

This dead ** officer is also called Leng Feng, and he looks exactly like himself, could it be that this is the will of God?

Replacing him, Leng Feng made a decision in his heart.

He had no choice, in this day and age he had to have an identity, an identity that belonged to this world.

It's dawn.

Leng Feng put on his dried military uniform and walked out of the cave.

He stripped some clothes from other corpses, put them on, and then dug a pit with a bayonet and buried him in it.

The other corpses, he also did processing, gathered the relics of these people, he didn't know much about that Leng Feng now, he could pretend to have amnesia, but the relics of these soldiers would give him some information, and at the same time prove his identity.

If only there were still people alive.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find a single living person, and under such a cold rainstorm, on such a cold night, these routs would have frozen to death if they did not starve to death.

Even he's hungry and dizzy now.

After discerning the direction, Leng Feng randomly took a Hanyang-made rifle as a crutch, wrapped the relics of these people in a military blanket, and put them on his back.

Walk along the mountain road.

Although there is a map, Leng Feng doesn't even know where he is, and even if he has a map, he has no way to judge, so he can only find someone first.

As long as you find people, know the name of the place, and look at the map, you can know where you are and where you should go.