Chapter 2: Guerrilla Corps

  Chahar Province, a small village outside a county town not far from Outer Mongolia.

  A young man with a clear face, wearing a National Army lieutenant colonel uniform, anxiously looked at the map on a broken table.

  Due to the limited strength of the Chahar Garrison Army and the need to coordinate with the North China Area Army, the defense here is very empty.

  After the national army fell in various places, they also organized a number of guerrilla teams. The major led one of these guerrilla teams.

  "Deputy commander, it's been confirmed that Commander Yang seems to be surrounded by the Japanese army. I just went scouting and heard from the locals that there were gunshots up ahead." A young lieutenant rushed in and said to the major.

  The lieutenant colonel's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he said to the second lieutenant, "Assemble the troops immediately and follow me to meet Commander Yang."

  The lieutenant did not hesitate and quickly ran outwards.

  In no time, a force of several hundred men was hastily assembled and dispersed in front under the leadership of their respective officers.

  At this moment, Yang Junran was panting heavily, unsure of how to face this senior who looked exactly like himself.

  The principal's expression was still painful, his mouth open but no words came out.

  Yang Junran's right hand ring had a reaction, the black ring had already revealed a hint of white light.

  It was unclear how much time had passed when the colonel's expression turned ferocious.

  This made Yang Junran extremely surprised. Yang Junran thought that the colonel was injured, which is why he had such an expression. He didn't care about anything else and walked towards the colonel.

  "What is this place, why am I here, and what's our relationship? Can you tell me?" Yang Junran said, having already lost count of how many times he had asked the same questions, as he prepared to take the school's physical examination.

  "What's going on? Why is it like this?" Yang Junran looked at everything in front of him and asked incredulously.

  The principal forced a faint smile but didn't respond to Yang Junran's words.

  Yang Junran once again reached out to touch the principal's body, but it was like touching air, unable to make contact with anything.

  Suddenly, the principal seemed to sense something, his eyes tightly closed.

  Yang Junran looked at the superior with a puzzled expression, and he didn't dare to believe everything that was happening in front of him.

  His right hand suddenly started aching, and the black ring had already changed color.

  A white ring, a kind of white color that Yang Jun Rang cannot describe, appeared on his middle finger.

  A magical scene reappeared, and the shotgun in his hand suddenly became two.

  The footsteps in the distance had already become faintly audible, and Yang Junran was extremely tense. Although he didn't know where he was, he knew that the Japanese army's sudden disappearance of so many people would definitely send someone to search for them.

  Looking at the still closed-eyed superior, Yang Junran hesitated for a moment.

  He didn't dare believe everything in front of him, but the pain in his body was telling him that it wasn't a dream.

  The footsteps were getting closer and Yang Junran was extremely nervous.

  Judging from his experience, with so many footsteps, there should be at least several hundred people.

  The principal suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Junran seriously.

  In Yang Jun Rans line of sight, eight big characters appeared again.

  "Duty, Honor, Responsibility, Country."

  Looking at the eight golden characters, Yang Junran already had some understanding, perhaps this was the significance of his own appearance.

  The principal's body slowly disappeared, Yang Junran rubbed his eyes hard, and he simply didn't dare to believe all of this.

  He smiled at himself, his smile was so desolate.

  Yang Junran didn't know what he could do at this moment, and could only solemnly salute Colonel Shang.

  As the principal disappeared from view, eight golden characters like ghosts quickly drilled into Yang Junran's ring.

  Something strange happened again, and the five Type 38 rifles on the ground turned into ten brand new Type 38 rifles.

  Yang Junran sat on the ground, he had forgotten the existing danger, he did not know how to explain the things in front of him, and even more did not know how to face these things.

  He used all the knowledge he could understand to try and explain the phenomenon in front of him, but he was already exhausted.

  Troops in the distance have appeared in Yang Junran's line of sight, not Japanese troops, but troops wearing National Army uniforms.

  Yang Junran patted his own clothes and found a letter of appointment.

  "Appoint Yang Junran as the commander of Chahar guerrilla column. Commander-in-chief of the Second War Zone Yan Xishan. October, 1937."

  Looking at this simple letter of attorney, Yang Junran couldn't help but start worrying.

  Did he himself cross over, but the phenomenon just now he was unable to explain, and even whether he himself existed, he began to express doubts about.

  Troops from afar have arrived and are clearing the battlefield in all directions.

  A young lieutenant walked over and carefully observed Yang Junran.

  "Reporting to the superior, I am Fang Hanchin, commander of the first detachment of Chahar guerrilla column. May I ask if you are Commander Yang Junran?" The lieutenant colonel stood at attention and asked loudly.

  Yang Junran stared blankly at the lieutenant colonel in front of him, unsure how to respond to his words, and even more uncertain whether he himself actually existed.

  "Where is this place, what time is it now, and who are we?" Yang Junran asked a very silly question.

  The lieutenant colonel looked at the senior colonel in front of him with a surprised expression, his eyebrows were clear and his eyes were bright, very handsome. A pair of eyes kept looking around. He didn't know what was wrong with this senior colonel, had he been blown up by the Japanese army's shells?

  To ensure accuracy, Lieutenant Colonel took over the letter of appointment from Yang Junran's hand and carefully checked it.

  After confirming, the lieutenant colonel hastily said: "Sir, this is Chahar, we are your subordinates. Today is December 20th, 1937, and you have been walking for two months. I really don't know what happened to you."

  Yang Junran sat on the ground in a daze, wondering if he had really traveled through time or if it was just another magical journey.

  At least that colonel exists and what is happening now is really real.

  "Deputy Captain, it's strange. There are only one company of Japanese devils here, but there are two companies' worth of equipment. What a damn weird thing!" A lieutenant on the side walked over and shouted to Fang Hanqin.

  Yang Junran thought of what had just happened and looked at the ten Type 38 rifles beside him, as well as the two shotguns in his hands.

  Although he didn't know what was going on, he could feel that he had gained super strong abilities.

  Maybe it's a special function, maybe it's superpower, these phenomena that even Yang Junran can't explain, let alone some experts.

  "Ji Quan, come over here for a moment, I'll introduce you." Fang Hanqin shouted to the distant captain.

  The captain quickly ran over and stood in front of Yang Junran.

  "Commander Yang, this is my battalion commander, Ji Quanshui, a former Northeast Army officer. After the September 18th Incident, he defected to my side and has been a brave general." Fang Hanchen pointed to a burly man with a fierce appearance and said to Yang Junran.

  Yang Junran nodded, he was still thinking about some things.

  The warriors in the distance are still sweeping the battlefield, and some soldiers have a very rich harvest.

  The three Japanese military corpses beside Yang Junran also began to be searched by the soldiers.

  "Hachi ga." A warrior had just touched a dead Japanese soldier when he was cursed.

  Yang Junran suddenly remembered that there was also a Japanese soldier who had been wounded by himself.

  "Hurry up and tie him up for me." Fang Hanqin shouted loudly when he saw that there were still survivors.

  Yang Junran's mind suddenly remembered that at the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, these Japanese soldiers had a very strong will to resist, and they would rather die than be captured by Chinese troops.

  Looking back, the injured Japanese soldier glared at the surrounding soldiers with a ferocious expression, while his left hand touched the grenade at his waist.

  Yang Junran didn't hesitate at all and quickly raised his hand to shoot.

  The bullet quickly hit the Japanese army's head, and the warriors were shocked to look at Yang Junran.

  It wasn't until the warriors saw the grenades slipping from the Japanese soldiers' hands that they understood Yang Junran's intention.

  Several warriors walked over with a smile, turning over the bodies of Japanese soldiers everywhere.

  A few large ocean bills were turned over from the Japanese military's body and were unceremoniously put into their own pockets.

  The Japanese army's weapons and ammunition were collected by someone specially.

  Even the armed belts of the Japanese army were not spared.

  "Commander Yang, it's extremely dangerous here, shouldn't we retreat immediately?" Fang Hanchen said with some concern.

  Yang Junran slowly got up, he had a lot of doubts in his stomach, but he knew he had to retreat immediately, otherwise the Japanese army would discover him and the situation would be very bad. Moreover, according to his observation, the equipment of this troop was not very good, except for Fang Shao's uniform which looked a bit decent, the other soldiers' uniforms were already patched up in many places.

  "Retreat immediately, taking arms and ammunition with you." Yang Junran gave the order quickly.

  As for the bodies of their own comrades, they had no ability to transport them and could only hastily bury them.

  "Duty, Honor, Responsibility, Country."

  Eight big words kept appearing in Yang Junran's mind, these words made Yang Junran very confused.

  He couldn't explain the colonel who was just like himself, but he knew what the colonel expected of him.

  That gaze wasn't a longing for rescue from the school itself, but rather an expectation that Yang Jun Ruo could save this country, this nation plagued by disasters and hardships.

  Recalling the scene in his mind, Yang Junran felt extremely sorrowful.

  He knew he couldn't change the massacre, now all he could do was rapidly expand his own armed forces, fighting to eliminate more Japanese troops, only this way could reduce the harm of Japanese army to his country.

  "How many of you are there in total? Are there any other anti-Japanese armed forces here?" Yang Junran fell silent for a long time, and then said to Fang Hanchen beside him.

  "Reporting to Commander Yang, my unit has three infantry companies, one machine gun company, 18 officers and 482 soldiers. The guerrilla column has three detachments, the other two are on their way. There are also many anti-Japanese armed forces in this area, but they have no intention of cooperating with us. Report complete."

  Looking at Fang Hanchen's mediocre appearance, Yang Junran was relatively satisfied.

  He finally understood why his superiors didn't like him but liked those obedient trainees instead.

  At least this way you'll have some dignity and won't make your superiors lose face every time.

  Yang Junran followed the troops on the march, thinking constantly about how to expand his own forces. After returning, he also wanted to conduct an in-depth investigation of this place. At least, he couldn't let himself vaguely command the troops, nor could he harm these people. Yang Junran still understood his own level.