Winter 1940.

It was night, and thin snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

The icy wind blew a hint of blood.

About five or six kilometers away from Ping'an County, a puppet soldier fell in a pool of blood.

After a long time, the thighs that should have been stiff suddenly twitched.

One time.

One time.

It's as if a dead frog had been pricked with a pin in the reflex nerve.

After a few moments, the thighs stopped shaking.

He, rolled over and sat up!

"Huhu~~Huhu~~Huhu......"

The puppet soldier gasped for breath and then touched his neck with his hand.

It was a little itchy, and I rubbed it with my fingers, and a layer of blood scabs was rubbed off my neck. By the light of the moon, I saw the fine blood scabs on my hands.

There was a strange expression on his face, there were surprises, there were doubts, but in the end, he was locked by a cloud of gloom that could not be dissolved.

His name is Xu San, and he is a native of Ping'an County.

Like many ordinary people in this era, they have never seen the market, but they know that there is a war outside, many people have died, and there is a grocery store to make a living, but because of the war, they were forced to do the part-time job of being a puppet army.

In fact, it turned out that Xu San was also unlucky enough, because as long as he passed tonight, he could go home to rest, but at this time, he wiped his neck.

Regarding the person who wiped his neck, Xu San didn't know who it was? It may be the county brigade, or the district team, or the central army, anyway, anyone can bully him this year.

"Hey~" Xu San sighed lightly, then stood up, looked at the moon in the sky half-covered by dark clouds, and said to himself: "It seems that it has been crossed, but this start seems to be a little difficult." ”

Before crossing over, Xu San opened a prop shop in Hengdian, which is the kind of grocery store that rents and sells fake guns, fake guns, wigs, and ancient costume clothes. Later, because I helped my friends and went to do a group performance, something went wrong with the gunpowder and it was blown up into this world.

According to the usual setting, there should be a system after the crossing, but Xu San didn't feel the existence of the system at all now.

Scratching his head, he tried to scream: "System? ”

No one answered.

frowned, and shouted a few more times, "System!" ”

As a result, no one answered.

The north wind howled, carrying snowflakes from the pine trees and falling on the neck, and a coolness spread through the bare skin.

Xu San tugged at his clothes, he knew that he shouldn't be entangled in the system now, but should quickly find a place to warm up, otherwise it would be strange if he was wearing thin cotton clothes and not being frostbitten.

It was dark and the snow was deep, Xu San walked towards the stronghold where he was according to the memory of the original owner, and on the way back to the stronghold, he began to sort out the memory of the original owner.

"Ping'an County?"

"Ping'an County!"

"This Ping'an County won't be the Ping'an County that Li Yunlong wants to fight, right!?" The reason why Xu San thought so was because he found some information about the Bantian United in the memory of the original owner, which was about the defeat of the Bantian United team, although there was no specific information, but it was enough to have the keywords of [Bantian United] and [Cangyunling].

Thinking of this, Xu San's originally nervous heart instantly became cheerful.

Because of the classic anti-Japanese drama "Bright Sword", he has watched it ten times, and he knows the plot in it too well.

Although the current body is quite weak, but he knows the future direction, at least it shouldn't be a problem to save his life, and it's not a problem to fight a few devils.

Besides, who said that without a system there can be no resistance to Japan?

Devil?

Xu San really took it seriously, because in that place in Hengdian, there were basically more than 100 devils who died every day, some were stabbed to death, some were blown up, some were shot to death, and some were killed by an arrow a few kilometers away.

When I see more, I become numb.

"Click-click-click" The sound of the bolt pulling scared Xu Sanyi.

In the darkness, a figure said: "There is no way out? ”

Hearing this, Xu San immediately replied: "A branch of red apricot came out of the wall!" ”

After finishing the password, Wang Hu, who was in charge of standing guard, did not put away the gun, but shouted loudly: "Who! ”

"I, Xu San!"

"You kid, how long has it been in the hut? I thought you were killed by the Eight Paths? After Wang Hu finished speaking, he put away the Hanyang made in his hand, then put his hand in his sleeve, found a sheltered place and continued to squat.

"Why don't you want me to be good?" Xu San responded angrily that he was now a puppet army stationed in the stronghold, and what he was most afraid of was the stronghold of the Eighth Route Army.

"Eight brothers have been killed this month, not only have their guns been confiscated, but their clothes have been pulled out, and their bodies are frozen and stiff, like ice mounds, dead and dead."

Although Wang Hu's words were unintentional, they reminded Xu San, "My clothes are still there, and this is still cotton clothes!" It was an important material for the Eighth Route Army during this period, and there was no reason why it should not be captured? Unless, what important tasks do they have to perform? Is it inconvenient to pick up your own clothes, or is it something else? ”

Headache, the memory of how the original owner died is not very clear, Xu San just vaguely remembered that he was convenient and found a rabbit nest, but when he was about to hit the rabbit, he was wiped on his neck.

The dormitory conditions of the puppet army are not bad, a large bunk, squeezed a little can sleep fifteen or sixteen people, and the guns are hung on the wall next to the door, a total of eight. There were seven people lying on the bed, counting eight of them, and three were standing guard outside, and the captain of the plus and minus was not here, there was a separate room. Counting up, there are a total of thirteen puppet troops stationed in this stronghold, a small team.

Not much.

There was a lot of snoring on the Chase bunk, and the seven people slept very dead, and if someone touched it at this time, it is estimated that none of them would survive.

Xu San shook his head, and began to worry about his situation again, if he was wiped again, wouldn't he be unlucky to go home.

I didn't turn on the light, I felt the darkness, took off my shoes, climbed into bed, pulled the quilt, covered it, and then a strange smell came, like the smell of stinky tofu and rotten salted fish.

"MD, the quilt is upside down?" Xu San muttered in his heart and turned the quilt around.

Depend on!

It stinks even more!

The next day, the stronghold was taken over by another team of puppet troops, and there were twelve new puppet army captains. Seeing that his mental outlook is similar to his own side, he is loose and saggy, his face is yellow and thin, and he doesn't have much combat effectiveness at first glance.

After saying nothing all the way, after Xu San returned to the puppet army station, he reported to the captain and went home with a package on his back.

When I arrived in Ping'an County, it was already approaching evening, and because of the disguise of the puppet army, it was easy to enter Ping'an County.

This is the first time Xu San saw the county seat during the Anti-Japanese War, it was more depressed than imagined, and it was bigger than imagined, compared with later generations, the current county town has a strong city wall, and there are patrolling devils and puppet soldiers on the city wall, looking down from time to time. The towering city wall blocks the people inside and the people outside, and it looks particularly lonely in the dim light of the evening, like a lonely tomb in the wilderness, standing in the vast land of China.

The lifeless Ping'an City is almost a ghost town for future generations, not to mention barbecue and food stalls, not even a little light can be seen, and the common people are hiding at home like a chilling cicada, not daring to go out.

War, they are the most helpless people.

In a few more years......

War.....

It should be over, right?

Xu San shook his head, the country is broken, and his idea is too decadent. Although his own people are small and weak, he can still kill a few more devils and save a few more innocent people.

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Lion Street, Ping'an Lane, Xu's groceries.

Xu San, who was awakened by hunger, got up from the bed and wanted to find something to eat.

But in this year, even the puppet army has no surplus food at home.

Rice tank, noodle tank, smooth, that's called a clean, even the water tank is smooth, just want to fill a full water.

Dizzy and hungry, this is the first time Xu San has felt so hungry in more than thirty years.

There are still thirteen oceans in his pocket, but this thing can't be exchanged for food now, he himself is a trader, and he knows how scarce the supplies are now, even if he is a puppet soldier, he has eaten the last meal and the next meal.

Xu San, who was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, came to the backyard with a kerosene lamp, he remembered that there seemed to be a strip of bacon on the beam of the backyard warehouse, and this thing should be able to pad it first.

The night in this era is very dark, if there is no moonlight, it is basically impossible to reach out to the five fingers, Xu San wrapped his clothes, carrying a kerosene lamp, and soon came to the door of the warehouse in the backyard.

"I hope I'm not mistaken!" Xu San thought silently in his heart, and stretched out his hand to open the dilapidated wooden door.

As the wooden door was opened, a dazzling light shone on Xu San's face, and his eyes needed to adapt from dark to light, in this short adaptation process, Xu San felt a burst of warmth, and after his eyes adjusted to the current brightness, he was stunned by the scenery in front of him, because he saw a place he was most familiar with - his warehouse in Hengdian!

Take a step back, cold and dark.

Further, light and warmth.

This kind of gap made Xu San's heart not calm for a long time, although he didn't know what the principle was, but he could be sure that the treasury in front of him was the golden finger he crossed this time.

After his state of mind stabilized, Xu San closed the door and began to look at his warehouse.

There is no change from before the crossing, it is still the original messy warehouse, all kinds of superficial film and television props are piled up everywhere, reaching out and picking up a handful of 38 big covers, floating light.

"Hey, it doesn't look like what I imagined." Xu San sighed lightly, put the 38 big cover on the ground, and then came to a writing desk.

There was a computer on the desk, old-fashioned, with a set of software on it to manage inventory.

Although Xu San's store in Hengdian is not big, there is quite a lot of inventory, and there are still thousands of miscellaneous pieces, if you don't use software, you can't manage it at all.

When the power button was pressed, the old computer made a "buzzing" sound, and then the 17-inch big head display lit up.

The desktop of the system is unusually clean, the original messy form is gone, and even the inventory management software worth 999 is gone, replaced by a golden copper coin icon, marked with [Grocery Management System] below.

Double-click to open it, and a prompt will pop up whether to initialize the inventory.

Be!

A special fluctuation touched Xu San's nerves, like a girl's caressing, silky and silent, the funnel-shaped pointer kept tumbling, as if time passed little by little, and at the same time, the hard disk in the case made a "crunch" sound.

I don't know how long it took, but the software prompted that the initialization had been completed, and three enhanced experience cards were given.

The system is very intimate, and it has been classified according to his habits, including cold weapons, hot weapons, daily necessities, clothing, electronic products, etc., and the system has also continued to do sub-classification, separating which ones are real, which ones are fake, and they are props used for acting.

Grabbing the mouse and enduring hunger, Xu San is constantly familiar with this set of software, and at the same time, he is also checking how much money he has now, not bad, there are two boxes of Kang Shuaibo in the food category, and Xu San did not pay attention to the others one by one, about more than 100 hot weapons, more than 200 cold weapons, and more than 200 pieces of various clothing.....

An hour later, Xu San roughly figured out the use of the golden finger.

First of all, if you want to take the items out of this warehouse, you need to fill out a [product delivery form].

This is the same as his original system of managing the store, and there is evidence for the entry and exit of the store, so that the inventory is accurate.

Not only that, but now the props in this room can also be converted into real props through the [Form Outfit Order], and at the same time, they can also be enhanced! However, what made Xu San a little painful was that he still needed money for this function. And according to different products, the charges are different, and they are high and low.

For example, it costs 1 ocean to convert a box cannon, 2 oceans to convert a 38 big cover, and 10 oceans to convert a box of hair wax to TMD.

Xu San didn't have much money, only thirteen, and before he had a lot of money, Xu San could only find a cheap box cannon for experiments, and after the conversion was completed, he strengthened it by the way.

Item Name: Mauser Military Pistol C96

Weapon class: Semi-automatic pistol

Hit modifier: +100% (Enhancement +MAX, Additional Skill: Must Hit)

Diameter: 7.63mm (reinforced)

Maximum range: 1000m

Effective Range: 150m (reinforced)

Loader Style: Magazine 20/20 (Expandable)

Manufacturer: 15 sunflower toy manufacturing plant sixth assembly line

Note: With the original magazine, it automatically replenishes one bullet every 10 minutes

After thinking about it, Xu San converted a silencer and installed it on the box cannon, this

I put the converted box cannon in my hand and checked it, it was much heavier, and the original light and fluttering plastic feeling was gone, replaced by a smooth and cold metal texture, and there was a feeling of handyness, as if it was a weapon that had been used for more than ten years.

As for the enhancement, let's use this box cannon that has just been converted.

If you strengthen [Hit] to +5, you can increase your hit rate by nearly two times, and you will also get a special skill because of the full level of enhancement: Must Hit.

Skill Name: Must hit

Skill description: Within the effective range, the bullet will definitely hit the target, but it is not limited to the target being in a closed bunker.

Cooldown: One hour

In fact, it takes more than 1000 oceans to strengthen to +5, Xu San doesn't have so much money at all, the reason why he can be strengthened to +5 is because the system gave three enhancement experience cards after initialization, he used up one, but he didn't expect to directly strengthen the full level. There are still two left, Xu San is reluctant to use them, he knows that good steel must be used on the blade,

The system can not only be strengthened positively, but also reversely, continue to lift chestnuts, or the box cannon, if [Hit] is strengthened to -5, the hit rate will be -100%.

-100% will be like, Xu San is also looking forward to it.

What would happen if such a batch of such weapons were to be used by the little devils?

There are still 11 oceans, Xu San doesn't plan to move, he plans to use this money as start-up capital to rebuild the grocery store that was on the verge of closure, so that he can make dead money come alive.

He believes that managing this grocery store with his own business philosophy should not be a problem.

Business to save the country is also to save the country, and besides, without an economic foundation, everything is in vain.