"Dialect students, remember, put your own life first, and don't be reckless in everything......"

Fang Yan looked at the old man in front of him, listened to his constant advice, and nodded heavily.

The current Huang Zhenguo is much haggard compared to when Fang Yan first met, and the burden of work during this time, as well as staying up late today, have made this old man more and more old.

"Professor, it's time." A staff member ran over to Huang Zhenguo and said.

Huang Zhenguo nodded to the staff, sighed, and said softly to the dialect: "Go, child, you must survive." ”

Holding back the tears that were about to overflow, Fang Yan raised his head and took a deep breath, walking towards the center of the field, this was the first time that Fang Yan felt that he was not so lonely when he crossed over.

……

Standing in the open space, with a backpack already filled with various supplies, Fang Yan took the firearm handed over by the staff on the side and brought it to himself.

With an OK gesture to Professor Huang, the center of the venue was empty, leaving only a bunch of scientific research machines ready to capture the scene of the dialect crossing.

10，9，8，7，6，5，4，3，2，1，0！

When the staff reported the number to 0, the whole person of Fang Yan seemed to be pulled, and his whole body instantly turned into a point of light and disappeared in the center of the venue.

"Quantum form......" Professor Huang muttered.

The whole venue was in chaos, and soon, a piece of information reached the center of Zhongnanhai.

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In an alley, a figure suddenly appeared here, which was the dialect that had come from the crossing.

Dilapidated, dirty, the houses on both sides are made of cement and brick, the mottled walls are old and new, and there are cracks one after another, and the houses off the street are also dilapidated, and the pedestrians are in the common blue and black cotton clothes, and they can be seen running by from time to time......

Kuomintang soldiers?

Fang Yan looked at this costume that he often saw in anti-Japanese dramas, and secretly wondered that this time and space should be a time and space from the Republic of China period to the end of the Anti-Japanese War.

Thinking about it, he walked deeper into the alley, shielded the view from the outside with the two backpacks next to him, and put down the backpack on his body.

This special grandma's is really heavy!

Fang Yan grinned, rubbed his shoulder, pulled the rifle in front of him to his back, and opened his backpack.

A bag of plastic-sealed items is placed in the backpack in different categories, and on different small bags, there are also their own corresponding labels.

Fang Yan first took out a small bag with the words "Winter Combat Uniform" marked, took out a winter dress from it, and changed it in this alley.

After 14 days of "simple" military training, today's dialect can see the smooth and explosive muscles in his body, and he was originally 178, but after several crossings and training, he also increased against his age again, and came to 180.

The young college student's face has disappeared, with a hint of perseverance and steady.

After changing, Fang Yan put the magazines, guns, grenades, sabers and other items on the ground on the combat uniform, then crouched down and began to rummage through the remaining things......

First aid kit, this one is fine.

Ammo box, this one is not bad either.

Compressed food and canned ......

"Woo woo woo ~~~~"

A rapid and piercing sound resounded over the city, which was no stranger to him in modern times, it was the sound of air defense sirens.

Fang Yan stood up and looked around, ready to find a place to hide, in this era, to be able to sound this voice undoubtedly means that this place will be attacked by air raids, then, this should be in the anti-Japanese period.

It can't be Chongqing, right?

……

The already chaotic situation on the street began to get out of control, and you could hear the cries and footsteps coming from outside......

Picking up the various small bags that he had prepared on the side, he stuffed them indiscriminately, and Fang Yan didn't care about picking up the rest of the things on the ground, and hurried out of the alley.

A buzzing sound began to ring in the sky, and he glanced up at the distinctly styled World War II bombers and fighter jets, and turned his gaze back to the street, where a group of Kuomintang soldiers were running from a distance......

Fang Yan's eyes rolled, and instead of following the chaotic people running on the street, he chased after the group of soldiers, hanging the tail of the team and running.

Generally speaking, the soldiers defending the city will know the location of the nearest bomb shelter, and even if they don't go to the bomb shelter, it is believed that he can mix in the shelter with his outfit.

Fang Yan really wished that he had 4 legs at the moment, and the buzzing sound was getting louder and louder, which was a sign that the plane was getting closer and closer to him.

Wrong!

He slowly stopped, ignoring the Kuomintang soldiers who ran farther and farther ahead and disappeared around the corner.

Hum had already come to the sky above Fang Yan at this time, he looked up, and did not see any black dots in the sky that looked like cannonballs, but could faintly see a white light in the sky......

Squinting his eyes, it was white pieces of paper, constantly flying in the air.

It seems that it was not an air raid, if it were, then I would have heard the sound of shells exploding when I was running, and now there is none.

Secondly, the sound of the air defense sirens is not far from the time when the aircraft appeared in the sky, then this should be the front line of the war, the front line of the War of Resistance against Japan.

Fang Yan looked at the scraps of paper flying in the sky, turned around and walked towards the alley, he still needed to continue to organize his backpack, even if he had cleared out some of the things that were not applicable in this era, but it still looked bulky.

Besides, I can't carry a backpack taller than me like this, Fang Yan shouted in his heart, God knows what the group of people from the National Security Bureau had in it, and they turned out some miscellaneous things just now, and there was even a box of Durex......

Back in the alley, Fang Yan unloaded the backpack, feeling that the whole person was several times easier, slowly opened the backpack, and began to continue to check the rest of the things.

The air raid sirens sounded again in the streets and alleys, and the buzz sounded again, and Fang Yan raised his head, humming a song and continuing to organize his backpack.

"You're my little apple......"

Throwing aside bags of unwanted things, and then putting useful things in front of him, looking at the backpack that had been cleaned at the end, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and a hill had already been piled up on the ground beside him.

Tearing open the plastic bag marked with the small backpack, Fang Yan took out a normal-sized marching backpack and packed what he thought was useful.

Gold, first aid kit, flashlight......

Finishing everything, Fang Yan stood up, moved his legs, which were sore from holding one position for a long time, and put the rest of the rest of the ground back into his large backpack, hiding in a corner of the alley.

Lifting the much lighter small backpack and carrying it on his shoulder, Fang Yan felt the weight, which was not heavier than when he was carrying the weight off-road, that is, less than 20 kilograms.

Smiling gently, Fang Yan picked up a blank piece of paper on the wall at the entrance of the alley, and wondered what Little Japan had written on it, but this look made his whole person freeze......

The million-dollar imperial army has swept through the south of the Yangtze River

The city of Nanjing is under siege......