"Forward forward, forward, our team is facing the sun, stepping on the land of the motherland, carrying the hope of the nation, we are an invincible force......"

In my ears, there was a loud and heroic singing, and around me, there were a pair of Chinese soldiers who were ready to board the train.

Song Xuan was dressed in a dark blue robe, and he was carrying a dark heavy sword behind him, and he was watched by countless soldiers on this railway platform, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Dao Chief, don't be stunned, the train is about to leave!"

Not far away, a round-faced officer walked briskly, this person was not very tall, but the muscles on his arms were high and bulging, and it was obvious that he was extremely physical.

"The Great Luo of the Worlds"

Unfamiliar environment and strange people, but Song Xuan did not panic at all, just nodded to the oncoming officer, and then followed him without saying a word.

He knew that this was the identity that the bronze mirror had arranged for himself in this new world.

Looking at this situation, his current identity seems to be a Taoist priest who went out of the mountains to join the army.

"Dao Chief, although you are an outsider who has come to support the revolution, since you have joined the army, you have to abide by the rules of the army, and when you get on the train, you will take off your Taoist robe and change into a military uniform, right?"

"Good!" Song Xuan didn't refute anything, just nodded vigorously and followed this person to board the train.

At this moment, he was actually a little confused in his heart.

Because before leaving the previous world, he clearly saw that the main world shown on the bronze mirror was the world of 'Devouring the Starry Sky'!

He was ready to fight all kinds of monsters, but when he opened his eyes, he was told by the bronze mirror that he had become a glorious volunteer soldier who was about to cross the Yalu River and start fighting with US imperialism.

This way of unfolding really made Song Xuan a little unable to react.

That's a bit of!

On the train, Song Xuan took off his robe and changed into a well-fitting military uniform, and then the round-faced officer called all the soldiers in the carriage over.

"Let me introduce, this is Song Xuandao, a person from Wudang Mountain, who heard that there was a war in the north, so he came out of the mountain to support our revolution.

Everyone applauds and welcomes! ”

Quack and loud applause.

Subsequently, the officer continued: "Our Seventh Company, which originally belonged to the First Column of the Third Field Army in East China, is now reorganized and reorganized into the Seventh Company of the First Regiment of the Eighth Division of the 27th Army of the Ninth Corps!" ”

"We have fought devils, chased Lao Jiang, produced combat heroes, and participated in dozens of battles large and small..... Charging ahead, interspersed with detours, known as the seventh interspersed company! Sharp Knife Company! Always win! Combat Model Company! ”

Speaking of this, the round-faced officer paused and continued: "I am the one hundred and sixty-second soldier of the Seventh Company, Wu Qianli!" He was also the company commander of the Seventh Company. ”

Wu Qianli!

Hearing this name and looking at the familiar face of the other party carefully, Song Xuan finally determined the environment he was in now.

In 1950, during the period of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, before the start of the Battle of Changjin Lake.

"I am the one hundred and thirty-fifth soldier of the Seventh Company, Mei Sheng!"

"I'm the twenty-twenty-first soldier, Yu Congrong!"

"I'm the twenty-eighty, Pinghe!"

.....

The voice of self-introduction sounded in Song Xuan's ears, until finally, a warrior who was a little thin and looked like a hairy boy spoke excitedly.

"I am six hundred and seventy-seven soldiers, my name is Wu Wanli!"

As he spoke, he said happily: "Originally, I was the last soldier of the Seventh Company, but now, it's you Daochang Song!" ”

Song Xuan smiled, looking at this volunteer soldier who sacrificed his life and forgot to die for a generation and suffered for several generations, he couldn't help but look a little solemn.

"The six hundred and seventy-eighth soldiers of the Seventh Company, Song Xuan, have seen all your comrades-in-arms!"

He first habitually hugged his fists and saluted, and then reacted and gave a military salute.

After the ceremony, the company commander Wu Qianli solemnly awarded the rifle and bullets to Song Xuan, and at this point, Song Xuan's enlistment and gun awarding ceremony were completed.

The train is moving forward in a clang, the speed of the train in this era is not fast, but for the new China that has just been established and is still in the stage of an agricultural country, it is also an extremely luxurious strategic means of transportation.

"Dao Chief, why do you always carry a sword on your back, is this a magic weapon when you practiced in Wudang Mountain?"

After the gun awarding ceremony, the lively and active Wu Wanli could no longer hold back the curiosity in his heart, stood beside Song Xuan, and asked with the thought of wanting to touch it.

For this comrade-in-arms who was born as a Taoist priest, he was simply curious to death.

"Yes!"

Song Xuan smiled slightly.

The black heavy sword behind him is the dark iron heavy sword.

It is the Xuantie heavy sword that Dugu used to defeat back then.

In the previous world, after he took out the cheats and exercises from the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer, he ordered the best craftsmen at that time to smelt the broken sword and the broken sword again and remake it into a heavy sword!

After that, this sword became his personal weapon, and in the last world, he used the power of the sword yuan to nourish and refine for decades, Wu Wanli said that it was a magic weapon, but it was not wrong.

Song Xuan raised his hand and made a move, and the black heavy sword was pulled out from behind him with a bang, and then gently placed it on the floor of the carriage, and said with a smile: "If you are interested, you can study it yourself, and then I will practice for a while, don't bother me if there is nothing important!" ”

"Great!"

Wu Wanli happily squatted down, and was about to raise his hand to lift the heavy sword.

But the next moment.

With a pop, he fell to the ground.

He didn't mention the sword with all his strength, but because he was too strong and his center of gravity was unstable, he accidentally knocked himself down.

"Haha!"

Inside the carriage, a cheerful voice suddenly sounded.

The soldier named Yu Congrong sneered even more: "Wanli, you little milk baby, you can't even lift the sword of the Taoist leader, with your strength, where did you dare to join the army?" ”

Wu Wanli was not convinced, and said: "Yu Congrong, you have the ability to bring it up and try it yourself!" ”

"Try it!"

Yu Congrong smiled, rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath, holding the hilt of the sword.

"Up!"

And then

The Darkiron Heavy Sword was still lying quietly in place, not moving!

At this moment, there was no sound in the carriage, and there was no more ridicule.

You must know that Yu Congrong is a machine gunner of the Seventh Company, a powerful horse, and an absolute leader on the battlefield.

But such a character can't even hold a sword from the Taoist of others, and this recruit from Wudang Mountain, Song Xuan, is too angry, right?

At the back of the carriage, company commander Wu Qianli and instructor Mei Sheng were muttering in a low voice.

"Qianli, how did you find this chief, this is a real master!"

Wu Qianli shook his head and said, "I'm also confused now." I received the above notice before leaving, saying that there was a special recruit for me to take it.

I thought it was a relational household, but I didn't expect a real Taoist to come! ”