Chapter 001: The National Army Colonel

  Splashing sound

  A loud and violent sound woke up Yang Junran who had been asleep for a long time.

  Rubbing his blurry eyes, Yang Junran started looking around to find out what had disturbed his beautiful dream.

  "Ah." Yang Junran's whole body began to tremble, his eyes staring blankly at the severed arm not far away.

  An arm stained with red blood and dust was just a short distance from Yang Junran.

  The distant killing shouts began to reach Yang Junran's ears, he sat still in a small pit, never daring to take any action.

  Time is ticking away bit by bit, but the distant gunfire has not stopped yet.

  Yang Junran plucked up his courage and slowly got up, taking a look outside.

  In the distance, soldiers wearing khaki uniforms were charging towards him with bayonets.

  Not far from them were soldiers wearing light yellow uniforms.

  "Japanese army? National army?" Yang Junran couldn't help but shout loudly.

  But no one answered him, and the fierce battle began again in front of him.

  "Where is this place? What are you doing?" Yang Junran stood up subconsciously and shouted loudly at the National Army soldiers in front of him.

  He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, it was all like a nightmare.

  I was sleeping soundly in bed, why did I suddenly run here.

  No one answered him, but instead a Japanese bullet shot towards Yang Junran's head.

  With a loud crash, Yang Junran felt an intense pain in his head and slowly fell to the ground.

  He wanted to struggle with all his might, he knew it wasn't a nightmare, but an excruciating pain that pierced his heart.

  The body kept **but never managed to stand up again.

  Yang Jun RAN gradually fainted.

  The soil in the distance has been blown up by the wind, and the earth seems to be trembling. The fierce battle is still going on.

  The sky had unknowingly darkened, and Yang Junran's surroundings had changed.

  "Where am I?" Yang Junran looked around at the inky blackness and couldn't help but shout out in fear.

  A white light gradually appeared and shone on Yang Junran's body.

  Yang Junran felt a sudden pain in his hand, and an image appeared out of nowhere in the white light.

  On the screen, a group of Chinese civilians are struggling desperately, while the Japanese machine guns are constantly sweeping, and the struggling civilians gradually become one cold corpse after another.

  The children's cries, the women's struggles, but none of these could stop the Japanese army from their brutal acts. The elderly lamented, but it did not change their ultimate fate of death.

  A child of about seven or eight years old stood blankly on the street, looking around at the scene in a daze.

  In the distance, war horses galloped swiftly by, and a sword mercilessly chopped off the child's head.

  Yang Junran's blood was boiling, and he regretted not picking up his weapon to fight the Japanese military officers just now.

  The scene suddenly changed, and Japanese officers and soldiers appeared on the streets in a victorious posture.

  "Nanjing!" Yang Junran couldn't help but shout out loud.

  With Yang Junran's shout, the scene changed again.

  A National Army colonel was desperately struggling on the battlefield, surrounded by triumphant Japanese officers and soldiers.

  The Japanese army was sneering, but Colonel had no expression at all.

  Yang Junran was slightly surprised, this colonel looked very familiar.

  A ring suddenly appeared on the screen, and Yang Junran remembered that the colonel's hand had this ring just now.

  Suddenly, Yang Junran felt a sharp pain in his right middle finger.

  The ring on the screen suddenly disappeared, and with it, everything else did too.

  Everything around him turned pitch black again. Yang Junran touched his right hand and found that there seemed to be an extra ring on his middle finger.

  "Duty, Honor, Responsibility, Country."

  Eight golden large characters suddenly appeared in front of Yang Junran, and a huge screen appeared around him.

  Wearing a military uniform from an unknown country, standing inside the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, Japan, receiving bows from Japanese people.

  "What...what is this?" Yang Junran asked in confusion.

  No one answered him and all around was quiet.

  Everything gradually became blurred.

  Yang Junran felt a sharp pain in his head and fainted again.

  "This is a dream." Yang Junran kept reminding himself in his subconscious mind.

  After an unknown period of time, Yang Junran slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

  The environment where I am has not changed, I am still in that small pit, and the broken arm nearby is already covered with dust.

  But at this moment, Yang Junran was no longer wearing his own loose pajamas, but a regular National Army colonel's uniform.

  Armband, epaulette, collar badge, short sword, pistol, riding boots, gloves, Yang Junran is now fully armed.

  The distant gunfire had stopped, replaced by the laughter of several Japanese soldiers.

  Yang Junran carefully picked up his own pistol and cautiously looked outside with a quiver.

  He received professional military training but did not become an officer.

  "Lax discipline, self-centered, no organizational concept, likes to show off his cleverness, this person is not suitable for any military rank."

  Yang Junran didn't care at all about his superior's evaluation of him in the past, anyway he was just this kind of person and no one could change that.

  The timid heart seemed to be suppressed by the military uniform on his body, although the Mauser pistol in his hand had never been used, but Yang Junran still aimed at the Japanese army in the distance with a certain style.

  The number of Japanese soldiers was small, only five people, and in the distance were the corpses of both Chinese and Japanese.

  It seems that the fierce battle here has been going on for a long time. What Yang Junran is most worried about now is that he cannot hit these Japanese soldiers, but instead exposes his own position.

  Yang Junran suddenly snapped his fingers, and this colonel was indeed the one he had seen in his vision.

  Now's observation made Yang Junran even more puzzled.

  This colonel's appearance is exactly like his own, no wonder he feels very familiar.

  "What's going on? Am I still dreaming?" Yang Junran was extremely perplexed in his heart.

  She pinched her arm hard and a sharp pain immediately responded.

  "It's not a dream."

  Someone responded with a sentence, and Yang Junran suddenly sat on the ground.

  The principal's figure appeared again in Yang Junran's mind, with an expectant gaze that seemed to be waiting for his own rescue.

  Yang Junran knew that in order to figure out what was going on, he had to rescue this colonel first.

  After carefully checking the shotgun, Yang Junran began to find his target.

  Boiling fresh blood has filled Yang Junran with murderous intent, and thinking of the Japanese military officers in the scene just now, Yang Junran is even more determined to kill.

  Yang Junran lay on top of a mound of earth, taking aim at the Japanese army in the distance.

  According to his judgment, there was at least 300 meters between here and the Japanese army. Yang Junran, who was familiar with various World War II weapons, naturally knew that the maximum range of the revolver in his hand was only 150 meters. In this situation, it was obviously impossible to rely on a handgun to solve the problem.

  Suddenly, a rifle appeared in Yang Junran's line of sight from afar. He didn't hesitate and quickly moved towards the rifle.

  The Japanese army seemed to have no intention of killing the colonel, but kept threatening him with bayonets.

  The principal had no expression on his face, as if waiting for something to arrive.

  A loud gunshot rang out and a Japanese soldier's shoulder was hit.

  Yang Junran looked at his grades and furrowed his brow in dismay.

  Not only did they fail to hit the Japanese army, but they also exposed themselves.

  Yang Junran quickly shifted his position, fearing that he would be discovered by the Japanese army, while the Japanese army's rifles fired rapidly over.

  Yang Junran glanced secretly at the five Japanese soldiers, who seemed to have not noticed that he had shifted his position.

  Although it has been a while since he last underwent military training, Yang Jun Ruan's military bearing hasn't changed one bit.

  Yang Junran secretly relaxed a bit, took a deep breath, and again aimed his gun at the Japanese army.

  After confirming there were no problems, Yang Junran quickly started the plane.

  The 7.92mm pointed bullet quickly shot towards the Japanese army, Yang Junran did not look at his own achievements, but quickly transferred to the next position.

  The bullet had already pierced through the Japanese soldier's forehead and was flying rapidly towards the back.

  The Japanese soldier had fallen to the ground, with a wound on his forehead that was constantly bleeding red blood.

  The principal's face showed a smile, but the devils had murder in their hearts for him.

  A Japanese soldier with a bayonet charged towards the colonel and stabbed him fiercely, while the other two uninjured Japanese soldiers continuously fired at Yang Junran to cover their comrade's action.

  However, Yang Junran had already been transferred.

  The bayonet was less than ten centimeters away from the captain's face, and the Japanese soldier had a triumphant look on his face.

  A bullet swiftly flew along the Japanese soldier's temple, the rifle fell to the ground, and the Jap soldier unwillingly fell down.

  The other two Japanese soldiers started crawling on the ground, searching for enemy tracks, their bodies completely hidden.

  The Japanese army, which had been careless, became vigilant, and Yang Junran was in a dilemma.

  Yang Junran carefully put down his rifle and slowly crawled towards the Japanese army.

  The shotgun was held in his hand, but he didn't aim at the enemy. Yang Junran knew that at this distance, the shotgun was no threat to the Japanese army.

  The Japanese army waited for a long time, but there was no sound anymore.

  A Japanese soldier aimed his gun at the colonel's back and was about to fire.

  Just as the Japanese army was about to open fire, they found the Colonel's expression to be very frightening.

  He couldn't describe the expression on his face when he saw the upper school, and even he didn't know how many Chinese right hands he had shot, but at this moment, he didn't listen to orders and trembled.

  The colonel's smile reappeared, and the Japanese army on the side began to shoot at the colonel.

  Yang Junran knew that in forty meters of crawling forward, he would reach the effective range of the shotgun.

  A loud gunshot made Yang Junran extremely surprised.

  At this moment, Yang Junran didn't care about anything else and ran forward with a shotgun.

  Two Japanese soldiers were trembling, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

  The bullet was fired but somehow landed on the ground. The colonel's expression seemed to be in agony, as if it was more painful than being hit.

  The Japanese army gave up and ran quickly towards a distant place. They were also scared, after all, they had not seen such a situation in many years of service.

  Yang Junran looked at the two escaping Japanese soldiers with a puzzled expression, and without any hesitation, he quickly opened fire.

  Yang Junran, whose pistol shooting skills were much better than his rifle skills, easily took out two Japanese soldiers without exerting much effort.

  After seeing the Japanese soldier fall down, Yang Junran quickly ran forward.