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  The weather in February is still cold and warm, with several days of continuous leaden clouds, as if the war cloud that has been pressing on people's minds for a long time cannot be driven away.

  On this day, the wind wasn't too strong, and by noon, the long-awaited sunshine finally broke through the clouds above the city, pouring down in a burst, momentarily dispelling the early spring chill around the Brooklyn Bridge in New York.

  The Donghe River water rushing under the bridge seems to have also felt the warmth of the sun at this moment, and the water surface is lively reflecting the sparkling light, and the passing tourists on the wooden path along the river in southern Manhattan are gradually increasing.

  The sturdy North American redwood wooden railing along the river promenade is neat and beautiful, with a wide lawn outside the railing. The lawn made of high fescue and purple fescue is still yellowish and not much green can be seen, but there are still many children jumping and shouting on it, playing and chasing each other. On the benches by the road, many tourists sit in twos and threes.

  "Help! Help!" A sudden, frantic cry for help from a woman came from the riverbank near Brooklyn Bridge, shattering the peaceful and relaxed atmosphere under the warm sunlight of the afternoon.

  The people who were startled by the woman's desperate cry for help immediately got up and rushed towards the direction of the river where the sound was coming from. As far as the eye could see, a fashionably dressed white woman with disheveled hair was stumbling along the riverbank, pointing to the river while shouting for help at the top of her lungs.

  A little girl's black hair floated in the icy river water, her hands raised and struggling. A beautiful wide-brimmed hat was floating on the surface of the water, swaying back and forth. The little girl and the hat were both being pushed by the river water and drifting downstream!

  The young woman on the shore, with tears streaming down her face and shouting for help to the crowd, was now barefoot, her shoe nowhere to be seen. Her knees and palms had abrasions from falling, but at this moment, the child who had unexpectedly fallen into the river was all she could see.

  "Oh my god! It's so cold and the river water is rushing so fast, if you jump in, you'll either drown or freeze to death!" The crowd on the riverbank was in an uproar, with many people exclaiming in shock. Most of the people on the riverbank were elderly women and children, everyone was extremely anxious, and many people kept asking who knew how to swim? In the chaos, no one with good swimming skills dared to jump in to rescue anyone at first.

  In the icy waters of New York's East River in February, jumping in without knowing how to swim is not a rescue but a death sentence. Some people were shouting for police, others for firefighters, while a few men in the crowd who couldn't swim themselves were chanting "1-2-3" as they tried to dismantle a section of wooden railing from the dock to use as a flotation device.

  Inside the wooden dock, a few dockworkers who had just finished eating and walked out of the restaurant, apparently heard the cry for help by the river. These rough but brave and kind-hearted men quickly ran towards the river, but the rapid water flow had already pushed the little girl straight under the Brooklyn Bridge.

  On the sightseeing walkway of Brooklyn Bridge, the crowd coming and going across the bridge also found that someone had fallen into the water under the bridge. The crowd squeezed against the railing to look down, but even the brave people who were not afraid of cold water could not make any effort due to anxiety.

  Because this is no joke, the Brooklyn Bridge under our feet, which connects Manhattan Island and Brooklyn, has a total length of 1834 meters. It is one of New York City's iconic landmarks. The distance from the water surface to the bridge deck is as high as 41 meters. To jump into the water from the bridge to save people, courage and swimming skills are not enough.

  What's the concept of 41 meters? That's the height of a twelve-story building, and it's even higher than four ten-meter diving platforms added together. This isn't a height that you can just jump off with courage; one misstep and you'll be committing suicide instead of saving someone!

  Among the crowd of onlookers on the bridge, there was a young Asian man with yellow skin and black hair, his expression as anxious as everyone else's. He was good at swimming and usually willing to help others, but jumping down from such a height was not something he had a grip on.

  He was anxious but didn't dare to be rash, his overcoat had already been unknowingly taken off and thrown to the ground, his leather shoes were also kicked off and trampled underfoot.

  The crowd on and under the bridge erupted into an even greater commotion, as a few dockworkers rushed to the shore, stripped off their clothes and jumped into the water. But the distance between them was too great, and the swift river current had already swallowed up the little girl's hat in front of her. The little girl's struggling hands were also gradually becoming weaker.

  In a moment the river swept the little girl under the bridge, and over the bridge was the wide mouth of the Hudson River, where it empties into the sea. The surface of the water was wider and more turbulent, and it seemed as if the crisis had come to a head.

  The young woman who was running and shouting for help along the shore had already fainted from exhaustion, her eyes rolling back. Among the three dockworkers who had jumped into the water to rescue people, two of them who were not good swimmers had turned pale with cold and were desperately struggling to swim towards the shore, clearly unable to take care of themselves.

  The only good swimmer left, holding a wooden railing thrown down by the crowd on the shore, was still making his last effort in the water, bravely paddling forward.

  The Asian youth on the bridge followed the crowd to look at the situation under the bridge, and in his heart he was struggling with whether or not to jump down to save people. After all, it's a height of 41 meters! Although he had passion and courage, he usually had a more cautious mind and judgment. Jumping from such a high place, he felt that it would be difficult to guarantee that he could still float out of the water unscathed after entering the water.

  At this moment, a silent and invisible lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, quietly swooping towards the Brooklyn Bridge, and struck the back of the Asian youth's head in an instant. He fell straight down with a thud!

  No one saw the flash of lightning, and the crowd on the bridge and the shore let out an even louder cry of surprise!

  My God! Someone actually jumped off such a high bridge to save others, this is simply risking one's life!

  "With a splash", the Asian youth who jumped off from the 41-meter-high bridge deck plunged straight into the water, splashing up a large wave of water, and the crowd on the bridge and the shore held their breath, countless hearts hanging in their throats!

  Although the little girl had been washed away by the river to under the bridge, at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on where the Asian youth jumped into the water. Countless people were praying in silence, God bless! Hurry up and float up, hurry up and show your head!

  Finally, after more than ten seconds, under the worried and expectant eyes of everyone, a figure emerged from the water five meters below where the young man had fallen in!

  The crowd on and under the bridge erupted into a heartfelt cheer! Countless hands pointed at the little girl's head, almost submerged in the water five meters in front of the young man.

  "Hurry up and save her! The girl is going to sink!"

  The young man who floated on the water's surface was choking and coughing desperately while treading water, turning around in circles and staring blankly at his surroundings.

  What the...?! How did I end up in the water?! This bridge looks so familiar! Am I still in New York?! Isn't that the Statue of Liberty over there?! But where's the World Trade Center?! And what happened to the Empire State Building?! Where's the Manhattan Bridge?!

  The river water is so cold! What season is this? Why are there so many people rushing around on the bridge and under it, shouting at me? Have I possessed the body of someone who jumped off the bridge to commit suicide?

  In fact, the soul that came with lightning was Wang Geng, a second-year graduate student in Military Strategy at the National Defense University of a certain country. In his previous life, on September 11, 2001, he was visiting the United States as part of a national military exchange delegation.

  Unfortunately, I was visiting the New York World Trade Center on my way early that morning and coincided with the 9/11 incident. The huge impact of the plane crashing into the World Trade Building caused his soul to enter a space-time tunnel.

  Although it seemed like only a brief moment in the dark vortex of the time-space tunnel, by the time the soul had truly traversed the tunnel, 84 years had already flowed backward.

  From September 2001, he came to February 1917 in some parallel space, Wang Geng's soul crossed over and possessed the body of this Asian youth on Brooklyn Bridge!

  Although his soul had successfully crossed over, Wang Gang couldn't find the young man's original memories for a while and didn't know what year it was now. The only thing he could confirm was that this was still New York, with the Brooklyn Bridge above him.

  The joy and excitement of being reborn as a human made him forget to think twice, and his good swimming skills made the rapid river currents and icy waters unable to form an obstacle for him.

  He swam around in a circle on the water, quickly figuring out what was going on. It turned out that this guy who had just jumped off the high bridge to save someone was actually himself!

  What a fine fellow! If it were himself, he would have to think twice before jumping from such a height. How could he know that the young man was actually knocked off the bridge by his own lightning-fast blow?

  Harnessing the massive energy brought by the lightning strike, this Asian youth, who already had a good physical foundation, saw his entire body's strength and speed increase exponentially at this moment.

  Wang Geng himself, before entering the National Defense University Graduate School, was an outstanding graduate of the Southern Army Command College. Even earlier, he came from the Special Forces Brigade of the Southern Military Region and represented the country in the Elrna Assault International Special Reconnaissance Competition for two consecutive sessions, winning five individual gold medals and being awarded twice with first-class merits as a super elite!

  What can be more cruel than the icy waters of the East River under Brooklyn Bridge and the icy marshes in Estonian forests?

  Once he understood the situation and direction, Wang Gang saw a little girl struggling in the water ahead. He cut through the waves with a few swift strokes, his speed astonishingly fast. With one hand, he grabbed the little girl who was almost submerged, and with the other, he swam towards the shore, supporting her.

  The crowd on the shore and on the bridge erupted into waves of warm applause and cheers, while the young woman who was rescued on the other side ran towards this direction crying and shouting.

  Wang Gang carried the little girl ashore, but they were already on this side of the Brooklyn Bridge. He didn't care that he was soaked and frozen to the bone, Wang Gang quickly laid the little girl flat on the ground, but she had already turned pale with her eyes tightly closed.

  He bowed his head and listened carefully, the little girl in his arms was as delicate as a beautiful doll, with only a faint heartbeat, but no spontaneous breathing. Wang Gang laid the little girl flat, lowered his head and gave her artificial respiration, gently pressing on the little girl's chest!

  The crowd around had been rushing to the scene, and in the distance, the sirens of ambulances and police cars could be heard. With the support of the crowd, the young woman's trembling cries for help were getting closer and closer.

  "Catherine...my child..."

  A little girl named Catherine was rescued by Wang Gang's skilled first aid and spat out a few mouthfuls of water, finally recovering her autonomous breathing. A small life was saved, and the crowd erupted in warm applause.

  Wang Gang felt a sense of relief in his heart, but immediately afterwards, he felt a blackness before his eyes, and he hadn't caught his breath yet, when he suddenly fainted!

  The arriving medical staff quickly put the unconscious Wang Gang into the ambulance, and also wrapped the tightly hugged little girl and young woman in a blanket and sent them to the hospital for emergency treatment.

  Behind the ambulance was a crowd of onlookers applauding and cheering, Hudson police officer who rushed to the scene to maintain order took over the Asian youth's coat and shoes from the enthusiastic person who brought them down from the bridge.

  The police officer looked at the gray military coat and regulation leather shoes, thinking to himself, no wonder he dared to jump down from such a high place, it seems that this Asian youth is also a soldier! Gray, should be a military school student?

  The ID card pulled out of the military coat pocket had an eagle with its wings spread wide, looking down on everything, with a sharp arrow in its talons. Below it was a golden helmet and a short sword. It was indeed Zhang Xiduan Military Academy's ID card. Upon opening it:

  Right side printed with United States Military Academy Class of 1915 Cadet Wong Geng, Nationality: China, Date of Birth: February 24, 1895.

  Responsibility, Honor, Country!

  A young policeman on the side was sharp-eyed and shouted as soon as he saw him

  "He's a Chinese! The hero who saved people is a Chinese student at West Point Military Academy, and today is even his birthday!"

  The crowd watching around them couldn't help but praise, and the reporters who had just arrived rushed forward, surrounding the police officers to get more details.

  At this time, however, a newsboy's cry of "Extra! Extra!" could be heard from the corner of Robert Wagner Street not far below the bridge.

  "Extra! Extra! European war bogged down, Zimmermann's telegram intercepted by Britain, Germany proposes military alliance with Mexico against the United States! Extra! Extra!"