Chapter 1: In the Spring

Spring in Munich begins with the tender green of the branches of the oak trees in the streets, and the spring of 1907 is not too late, it seems that when you wake up overnight, with the advent of a sunny day, the branches are green, and spring has arrived.

Mrs. Silem, who was boiling broth in the kitchen, was in a good mood, and from time to time she looked at the Chinese boy named Jian Xiongfang by the oak tree in the courtyard. Remembering that Fang was still a twelve-year-old boy when he first moved in, six years had passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang had grown very tall, not at all like an Oriental, and Mrs. Celem had always felt that the child's ability to grow to 180 centimeters was mainly due to her own cooking. In the winter, the child had survived the torment of typhoid fever, and in the spring he had regained his health, and his pale face had a bloody color, and seeing that the child was doing oriental sports in the courtyard in the spring, Mrs. Shiram thought that this was the triumph of youth, the result of her own careful care, and her mood became better and better, and her face was full of folds.

Although he had passed the most depressed time, Fang Jianxiong's mood was not good, and it could even be said to be bad. From 2012 to 1907, it was okay to travel through such an unscientific thing, why don't you wear a better era. These are troubled times! In troubled times, life is not as good as a dog!

This is how the crossing happened, Fang Jianxiong played a small application of "what did you do in your previous life" in QQ space, but he didn't expect to be sure at all, and he directly lost consciousness in front of his eyes, and was already lying on a hospital bed in this room when he regained his senses. The unfortunate previous life seems to have been tested by typhoid fever, but fortunately, in this era when Western medicine did not have many means for typhoid fever, he survived it and did not hang up and become a lonely ghost and wander in a foreign land. Maybe if it wasn't for the crossing, he would have died of such a typhoid fever in his previous life.

The only thing Fang Jianxiong is fortunate about is that he had a good skin in his previous life, a height of 1.8 meters, and he was strong enough to practice martial arts for a long time. The previous life left some memories, which made the technical otaku ** silk masturbation man Jianxiong not roll a first chapter of the first song in the spring As for this strange era, his eyes were blackened.

Fang Jianxiong, male, 18 years old, from Wuhu County, Anhui Province, his grandfather was a rice merchant, and his father Fang Youde was a concubine, working in a foreign company opened by a German in Shanghai. I don't know how my father operated, Fang Jianxiong followed a businessman to Germany at the age of twelve, first studied in the army primary school, and was admitted to the Munich Army School at the age of sixteen. This year is the last year, and luckily typhoid fever did not delay Fang Jianxiong's internship in the last half year, and tomorrow seems to be the day to go to school and wait for the internship assignment.

The fist is like a meteor, the eyes are like electricity, the waist is like a snake, and the feet are like a drill. The tail of the Lu is full of energy, and the rigidity and softness are connected up and down. The body is loose and introverted, and the head is hanging lightly. Yin and yang change rapidly, and the source of fate is in the waist.

Silently reciting the fist duel in his heart, Fang Jianxiong was extremely serious in every move. This Nima is a troubled time, and a good skill can greatly improve the chance of survival.

After a fist, I was sweating all over my body, and every joint and pore in my body felt really good.

"Oh! My child, the broth is ready, hurry up and wash it, and come back to drink the soup. Madame Silem stood on the steps with a look of kindness on her face. This boy from the East was very sensible, very industrious, and handsome, and very much liked by Mrs. Celem.

"Mom, you're so good, I'm jealous." Carrying a medical suitcase, Hansen came in through the door, the son of Mrs. Silem, who opened his own private practice after graduating from medical school in three years. Hansen was a warm-hearted man with a reputation in the ghetto area.

"My son, why did you come back so early?"

"I seem to smell the broth you made, so I ran back." Hansen looked at him left and right.

While the mother and son were talking, Fang Jianxiong walked to the sink on the side, took off a pair of shorts, and poured a bucket of cold water on his body. There was a sound of water, and Hansen turned his head and exclaimed, "Oh, damn it, Fang, did you forget that you were just a little better?" ”

"Fun! Hansen, you should try this too. Fang Jianxiong, who was full of **, shouted with a smile, without feeling cold at all. Mrs. Celem was frightened, and exclaimed, "Oh God, my child, what is wrong with you? ”

"Ma'am, I'm fine, really, not lying to you."

Under Mrs. Celem's worried gaze, Fang Jianxiong returned to his room, changed into clean underwear, and put on a military uniform. The room has more than ten square meters, a bed, a table and a wardrobe, which is very simple to arrange. There was a mirror on the wardrobe, and standing in front of the mirror, I saw a heroic and elegant young man.

Fang Jianxiong was a little satisfied, and when he first recovered, he looked a little girly in the mirror. After a period of exercise and recovery, coupled with a military uniform, the aura of the little white face was covered up a lot.

"Hey handsome guy, you're the best!" Daily routine self-anesthesia is a good habit for otaku to develop, although this habit cannot change the fact that the problem is still up to hand when the otaku is thirty years old.

Trying to make his mood a little better still failed quickly, Fang Jianxiong before crossing was a technician in an arsenal. It's also the lowest end of the biological chain that is responsible for serving tea and water and drawing sketches in the office. My biggest hobby is to read some YY novels, and when I have nothing to do, I play with models, especially models of German equipment. In addition, there is also a hands-on hobby that is not suitable for children, and the formation of this hobby is mainly due to the dedication of literary and artistic workers led by Mr. Cang.

"Handsome guy, since you're here, let's bloom your royal spirit!" This time, the self-anesthesia effect is good, and a sense of pride that the brother is the protagonist arises spontaneously. Well, the loving Mother Silem in the living room is calling, Fang Jianxiong straightened his Zhengde-style pointed hat, and walked out of the door with a smile on his face.

The taste of the soup was average, but under the kind eyes of his German mother, Fang Jianxiong, whose body had recovered, still drank a large pot of soup. Putting down the spoon, Fang Jianxiong smiled at Mrs. Celem: "Dear madam, I will go to the army for internship starting tomorrow, and I may have to stay in the army for a while." ”

"Oh, child, are you recovering from your body?" Mrs. Silem asked with concern, and Fang Jianxiong nodded: "Don't worry, I'm as strong as a cow now." ”

"Alright then, Hansen, you send Fang back to school."

"He's not a kid...... well!" Met with his mother's stubborn gaze, Hansen gave up resistance.

When the two went out, Mrs. Silem stood at the gate and waved, and it came to her mind that for more than a month, it was the careful care of this foreign mother that gave Fang Jianxiong a second life.

"Okay, mom can't see it, give me the luggage." Fang Jianxiong stood up and stretched out his hand, Han Sen handed over the marching uniform, and muttered, "Hey, that's my mother." Fang Jianxiong put on his clothes and looked back with a smile: "Madame gave me a second life, so she is also my mother." ”

Fang Jianxiong, who was carrying his suit, got on the tram, the jingling sound was far away, and Hansen, who was standing in place, habitually muttered to himself; "This guy seems to have changed a bit. Well, it's a lot more cheerful than before. ”

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On the playground, a group of non-commissioned officers and students who were about to graduate lined up neatly, although the height was not bad, but Fang Jianxiong, who had a yellow face, stood quite eye-catching in the middle of a group of white people.

Instructor Karn, who was holding his hands behind his back, looked at these students with satisfaction, and finally stood in front of Fang Jianxiong, looked up and down for a while, and then nodded, "Fang, is your illness completely cured?" ”

"Yes! Thank you, instructor! Fang Jianxiong snapped and replied loudly. Karn was very satisfied: "Your grades are very good, and you must show yourself well when you go to the army for an internship next." I am sure that you will make a great officer! ”

"Yes! Instructor, I will definitely work hard! ”

Back on the opposite side of the middle of the queue, Instructor Karn exclaimed, "Whoever reads his name below will come up and get the notice and equipment!" ”

"Lef!" "Here!" A cadet stepped out of the line and walked up to the quartermaster next to him to receive his backpack and firearm.

"Report to the instructor! I protest! I refuse to use such a dangerous pistol! Leif, who was the first to come out of the queue, shouted, and Instructor Karn glanced at him: "The protest is invalid, only this pistol can be provided to you at the moment!" ”

"Report to the instructor!" Fang Jianxiong made a sound, and Karn turned his head to look at him and said, "Fang, do you have any questions?" ”

"Report to the instructor, I think this is an excellent pistol, provided that you learn to use it correctly!"

"Okay, wait a minute, you teach your classmates how to use it properly, I'm busy right now. Next, Nafu. ”

Mauser pistol, caliber 7.63, one of the world's first automatic pistols. This pistol, which is widely popular in China, failed to become a standard weapon in Europe and the United States, not because it is not good, but because it is too expensive and many other factors.

As a tech nerd, Fang Jianxiong can name many names for this gun in China. Box guns, fast and slow machines, self-deed, large mirrors, pot-bellied boxes, shell guns, etc.

After receiving the equipment and an internship notice in an envelope, Fang Jianxiong did not open the envelope in a hurry, but first took out the pistol with ten rounds and looked at it.

"Hey, Fang! Wait a minute. Someone greeted him behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that it was his classmate Bob, this guy was very strong, half a head taller than Fang Jianxiong. He walks like a crab.

Fang Jianxiong was very average in the military academy and had almost no friends. This Bob, who has a good relationship with Fang Jianxiong in his memory, is one of the few two friends.

"You wait for me!" Another guy caught up with his equipment, this guy's name was Bier, he was not big, and his eyes were very bright. Biel is another friend of Fang Jianxiong.

"Fang, this is indeed an excellent pistol, but unfortunately it is not a suitable pistol for the German army." Biel stepped forward to speak with a smile, glancing at the gun in Fang Jianxiong's hand.

Bob whispered, "I've heard that these guns were given to us because they couldn't be wasted." ”

Biel sighed: "This gun is simply too bulky for an officer. ”！！！