Chapter I

Lightning, thunder, storms......

Everything seemed to be the same as before, but when I got out of the muddy water, I realized that it wasn't the case.

Lightning is not lightning, but bursts of light not far away; Thunder is not thunder, but bursts of explosions; As for the tempest...... It seems that what flies in the sky is not rain, but bullets!

Look at the side, the mountain is still the same stone mountain, but the coffin is gone, and I am inexplicably wearing a military uniform, with two grenades hanging from my waist and a rifle in my hand......

I climbed up the small mound of dirt in front of me with my hands and feet to look out, and I couldn't help but be dumbfounded, all around me were soldiers in military uniforms charging on a high ground in front of me with guns, looking at the military uniform...... It seems to be exactly the same as the old man left behind. That's right, it's the People's Liberation Army, although the modern PLA military uniform is not quite the same, but I have seen it in TV movies.

What's going on? I'm not dreaming!

As if to answer me, a cannonball "boomed" down not far from me, and I only felt a buzzing in my ears, and then a large field of earth and stone came towards me as if it was raining, and almost buried me.

After a while, when my hearing gradually recovered, I heard a burst of pig-killing howls, wiped the dust and looked up, and a warrior covered in blood fell in front of me, his legs had long been blown up, and blood was constantly spraying out of the broken thigh, staining the surrounding loess red.

I was stunned by the scene, and I could only watch in amazement as the warrior screamed and shouted helplessly with his legs, which were no longer there...... The voice grew weaker and weaker, and Zuihou fell to the ground with his head tilted.

This is not true! This is not true!

I kept reassuring myself, but what I saw made me believe that it was all true. The blood of the warriors, the blown-out legs, and the desperate and lifeless eyes...... A living person died in front of me like this, this is the ironclad fact!

Even though my mind had almost stopped working, my survival instinct told me to get out of this place as soon as possible.

However, before I could take a few steps back on my limp legs, I was stopped by the muzzle of a black hole.

"What are you doing?" The owner of the pistol, who had a scarred face, yelled at me viciously: "And there is no organizational discipline anymore!" Give me ......"

I knew very well what it meant to be a deserter in this day and age, so I turned around and took a step in fear. I wanted to slow down and sharpen my skills, but I didn't want to let the scarface kill him with the muzzle of the gun.

I couldn't help it this time, I only hated this scarred face to the bone in my heart: there are so many people on this battlefield, why is he staring at me!

Bullets flew overhead, shells exploded beside him, and soldiers died in front of them...... I've heard the old man talk about countless experiences on the battlefield before, but I just listened to it and didn't feel anything at all. Now when I am immersed in the scene, I understand what the old man said and what he felt.

As I got closer to the enemy, I felt that I was getting closer and closer to death, and the intense fear in my heart almost suffocated me, and sometimes I thought that I would just let Scarface shoot me, anyway, it would be a death horizontally and vertically, and it would be a pleasure to solve it with one shot.

But thinking about the old man, thinking that he survived such a battlefield, I am a little unconvinced, why can he not me? Am I not as good as an old man?

So I walked forward with difficult steps, and as I walked, I became more and more sure that I had come to the era when the old man was fighting, because I had already seen the appearance of the Vietnamese soldiers, and the unique straw hat helmets of the Vietnamese soldiers.

"Lie down!"

With a wild roar, before I could react, I was thrown to the ground by Scarface behind me, and then two shells "boomed" nearby. There was a roar in both ears, but there was no danger.

Then I couldn't help but remember what the old man told me: when the cannonball comes, you have to lie on the ground. The shells mainly rely on shrapnel, and the shrapnel is scattered into the sky like a blasted mud ball, so as long as you lie low, it's generally fine, and if you let the shell hit directly with your back, then there is no pain......

At the time, I was quite unimpressed, thinking that if you were so experienced, why would you let the shells blow up like this?

But of course I didn't say this, we don't want to get a chestnut on the head. Sometimes I wonder, the old man is blind, isn't he? This popping chestnut is extremely accurate, just like the kung fu of listening to the voice and arguing in martial arts novels. The so-called heroes don't suffer immediate losses, so I don't have the same knowledge as him.

Now that I think of what the old man said, it seems to be quite the same thing, and it seems that I really have to revisit the old man's experience when I have time, and it is important to save my life.

"kill"

With a strange scream, before the smoke of the shells cleared, several Yue devils came out of nowhere and rushed towards us viciously with bayonets.

Where have I ever seen such a battle, I was stunned on the spot, lying on the ground motionless, hoping that they would not see me. The Scarface raised his hand and killed the two nearest devils with two shots, but was knocked over by the butt of another devil who came next and fell to the ground.

I wanted to do something, but my hands and feet were paralyzed and I didn't have any strength at all, so I just watched Scarface struggle weakly under the Yue Devil in a daze...... I thought to myself, it's obvious that this devil thinks I'm dead and is not at all defenseless, if I just pretend to be like this...... Not! This is the enemy's position, and this charge has obviously failed, so there is only one way to die!

Thinking of this, I had to grit my teeth, get up from the ground, raise the gun, and pull the trigger on the head of the devil......

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the devil's head exploded in front of me like a watermelon, and the impact of the bullet carried his head backwards, and then he fell heavily to the ground. The moment he fell to the ground, I saw the surprise and reluctance in his eyes, and the pain on his face, and my stomach churned, and a strong vomiting sensation continued to pound my throat.

However, I knew that this was not the time to vomit, and that every second I wasted could kill me on the spot, so I picked up Scarface on the ground and ran back.

Although I am greedy for life and afraid of death, I am not an unrighteous person, this scarface can be said to have saved me just now, and now I can't leave him alone.

At this point, I was worried if a second Scarface would kill us as deserters...... It wasn't until I heard the retreat order coming from behind me that I breathed a sigh of relief.