Chapter 7 [Inoue Ichiro]

Speaking of which, it was really an accident to meet Inoue Ichiro, so Fu Chen passed the assessment without much effort.

After killing people, the body of the devil Cao Chang was placed in the system space, even if the patrol police heard the gunshots and arrived, they couldn't find the body, they could only find bullet casings and blood in a place, even if the search was raging, in the end it was not that they had to return empty-handed.

He didn't go through it again, he didn't check Ichiro Inoinoue's body, he left the body in the space, and decided to sleep and recuperate and walk through it again tomorrow.

So I went back to the first floor of the villa, took a cold shower, and went straight to the bedroom to sleep.

After this crossing, he found that the crossing position and the return position can be controlled.

For example, the location of the two returns, both are peninsula villas in real time and space, both are the locations before the time travel, one in the living room, and the other in the basement base. And the position after crossing, if he doesn't have a target location, he can only cross randomly, and the location is of course very different. The first time I didn't know where it was, and finally I was lying on a donkey cart, but the second time was in Jinzhou City, an ordinary alleyway.

This proves that if he is familiar with the specific locations of the two planes, he can wear them anywhere at will.

He thought about it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, but I returned to my body in a daze, and was awakened by the sound of gunfire. How can there be gunfire? How many years has there been no war on the territory of the republic? This is the Taiwan Strait Strait, is it the outbreak of World War III?

This must be a dream.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, Fu Chen was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Boom!"

I don't know how many millimeter caliber shells fell on the ground, the positions piled up with sacks and dirt were lifted up at once, the heavy machine guns were swept into the sky by the shock wave, and the parts scattered in all directions, and when they fell to the ground, they were already a pile of rotten iron. The soldiers behind the machine guns were overturned in the trenches, and the rainstorm of dirt fell down and covered their bodies, and the uniforms were soon stained red with blood.

The dense barrage of "Da ......" fell like a downpour, enveloping the black and oppressive position.

The soldiers of the National* Army wearing M35 German steel helmets, Chinese formal, Czech, Makqin, and devils in yellow military uniforms were charging, and the guns rained down and the artillery was fired.

This is a battlefield, not fake, people are not fake, corpses and blood are not fake.

Fu Chen was almost about to scold, the system of the cheating father pulled him into the time and space of the mission without saying a word, without even a hint, what kind of trouble is this, why not the Northeast in 1939.

"Xiucai, are you stupid, why are you stunned? The devil came up and got on the bayonet. ”

In a moment of indignation, he was pushed in a trance, and Fu Chen turned his head and saw a soldier with a bloody face standing on the position, looking at him condescendingly. He saw the soldier's ground coat collar, the red collar badge with three three-dimensional stars, and the infantry private.

"Oh...... Oh" was stunned for a moment, Fu Chen realized that the soldier said that it was him, and hurriedly took out a bayonet and began to install it. But his whole hand trembled so much that he didn't put it on after turning it over, and he was about to jump the Yangtze River in shame.

"You're scared silly!"

The senior soldier gave him a disdainful look, snatched the rifle and bayonet, and in less than two seconds, with a click, three strokes and five divisions were done. While handing him the rifle, he said, "What's the fuss, hurry up, wait for the old black face to see you and die." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Fu Chen's military uniform and pulled him out of the trench.

"Kill!"

The sound of killing on the battlefield was like the sky, and countless soldiers in army green uniforms were charging, and then they were in close contact with the devils, and the torrent of army green and yellow accumulated huge energy and collided together.

Fu Chen's mind was spinning rapidly, and he was thinking of a way to follow the superior soldiers to charge.

This is a German mechanic division, but I don't know if it is the 36th Division, the 87th Division or the 88th Division of the National * Army, but the fate of these three German armament divisions is not good, they were all disabled in the defense of Nanjing, and they were almost never reorganized again.

Wouldn't this be Shanghai? Is this the Battle of Songhu? This is 1937?

Holding the middle official tightly with both hands, Fu Chen ran with the superior soldiers, ran for dozens of meters, and finally met the devil on the opposite side when his heart was racing. It is also a steel helmet, the devil's face is full of ferocity, the bayonet of the 38 big cover flashes with cold light, and the tip of the knife pierces straight to the heart.

Seeing the fierce momentum in his murderous eyes, Fu Chen couldn't help but panic, and couldn't help but pull the trigger with his index finger.

"Smack!" With a bang, the devil's lower abdomen was pierced, a ball of bloody arrows rushed out, and his steps staggered.

Fu Chen felt the huge recoil when he fired the gun, and secretly called it a fluke, this shot almost missed. After a shot, he seemed to have a little confidence, and took advantage of the devil's momentum to stab, picked up his bayonet and stabbed the devil in the chest.

"Poof!"

The bayonet pierced his body, and he almost felt the soft sensation of slashing on pork, without the slightest hindrance, and most of the bayonet sank into his chest at once.

The devil spurted out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground, motionless.

The battlefield was filled with the smell of gunsmoke, which already made Fu Chen's breathing uncomfortable, and when the blood sprayed on his face, smelling the smell of blood, he almost vomited in disgust, standing in place in a daze, howling and spitting out a cloud of sour water.

Only then did he realize that it was so difficult to kill someone, and it was not easy to solve it by pulling the trigger, and it seemed too easy to kill Inoue Ichiro.

"Xiucai!"

A loud shout made Fu Chen come back to his senses from his world, and he looked in the direction of the superior soldier in confusion. He felt his vision blur, and reached out to wipe it on his face, only to see the senior soldier's mouth wide open, his eyes fixed on him. Catching a glimpse of a figure, he turned his head and saw a devil wielding a command knife and slashing at him.

"Kill, give!" The devil Cao Chang's face was cruel and murderous, as if because someone had vilely attacked his soldiers, the devil's eyes were full of anger.

Fu Chen hurriedly took the bayonet and prepared to block, but he didn't pull it out and got stuck between his ribs. He was a little anxious, and couldn't help but take a step back, and this time the bayonet was just pulled out. Immediately after that, he took a knife to block.

The command knife turned in front of the middle and stabbed down in an eerie arc. Fu Chen's eyes widened, looking at the devil Cao Chang who had a scar on his face opposite, the scar made his cold face even more cruel and fierce. Looking at that face, Fu Chen suddenly remembered.

Inoue Ichiro, a spy of the Kwantung Army, and a liaison officer of the Dalian branch of the special high school.

How did he get in Shanghai? How can a spy go to war? It's weird.

A tingling pain came from his chest, Fu Chen looked down in disbelief, and a bright katana plunged straight into his chest, the handle of the knife almost touched his body, and his entire body was pierced.

One shot, he was killed by Inoue Ichiro? Didn't even take the first move?

Liquid gushed out of the respiratory tract frantically, and with a stabbing sound, the blood-stained katana was withdrawn, and blood spurted out of his chest frantically.

Fu Chen felt that his strength was withdrawing, his vision was spinning, and his whole body became cold and confused. With a bang, he even heard the sound of his corpse falling to the ground, very soft, very light, like tofu sinking into water.

Is it just dead?

"Huhu......" He gasped sharply, and one stood up, only to open his eyes to find that it was dawn, and he was still in the bedroom of the Peninsula Villa. Outside the window, lightning and thunder and rain were combined, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the rain poured down on the islands and reefs, and the sea was turbulent and constantly washed the beach.

In the system space, a corpse was lying there quietly, it was Inoue Ichiro.

It turned out that it was just a dream.

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