The administrative center city of China, the Daxing area, Huangcun, is located on a relatively remote and uninhabited hilltop.
At a sewage treatment plant, Zhang Yunxiang, a 27-year-old young worker, quickly opened a cold-proof sleeping bag in the tent that had been set up earlier and spread it on the ground.
By the way! It’s already early December.
In a northern area like Beijing, the outdoor weather has already turned cold, which is really not a suitable time for camping.
It's just that Zhang Yunxiang got off work today and thought that tomorrow would be his day off. He still toiled out so many things, so he couldn't wait to go out and walked all the way here.
Among such a large number of items, there is a cold-proof sleeping bag, hood, and gloves.
As well as a kerosene stove, one kilogram of kerosene, a titanium alloy armored Al-B helmet, a Type 78 multifunctional kettle, a set of small camping pots, and a pair of ski goggles.
5 packs of Golden Leaf cigarettes, 3 cans of braised pork, and some vitamin tablets.
Finally, 100 water purification tablets, telescopes, compasses, fire sticks and other messy things were added; all of them were packed and hung in a large backpack with a capacity of 20 liters.
The reason why Zhang Yunxiang did this is, to put it bluntly, the old story of being single and being urged to get married by his family.
Especially his younger brother, who is now one and a half years old, and his parents are even more pressing about such a difficult problem for him.
In addition, Zhang Yunxiang is also a senior military fan.
He has no other hobbies. The little pocket money he usually has is only used to buy various books that his parents think are weird.
Things like "Century of Military Uniforms of China", "Guns and Bullets Manufacturing", and "Guns and Cartridges Manufacturing Technology".
The only ones left are those who go out camping alone in this wilderness from time to time.
Anyway, in a word, they are all hobbies that seem a bit scary, so I won’t tell you who to go with.
So Zhang Yunxiang, who really couldn't bear it today, would rather sleep in a sleeping bag in the cold wind than listen to those nagging sounds at home.
Finally, seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Yunxiang, who was about to go to bed, picked up his cell phone and planned to go to the forum, and then fell asleep.
No! The most popular post at the moment about ‘Volgograd’ naturally caught his eye.
As a result, when reading such a post, Zhang Yunxiang did not express any opinions; it was only when he opened his sleeping bag and prepared for a good sleep.
In his head, the unscrupulous voice of the system sounded:
"It has been detected that the relevant personnel have a strong desire to go to the Volgograd battlefield in 1942. Now the system has decided to fulfill their wishes and the transmission will begin immediately."
Although Zhang Yunxiang's physical fitness is quite good due to his unique personal hobbies, and he also has some detective fighting skills, which is the PLA's enemy-catching fist.
But in the final analysis, he is just an ordinary young man.
Encountering such a situation at such a late night, he instantly became a little frightened.
"No! I don't want to, I haven't thought about going to Volgograd, not at all." Instinctively, he shouted like this.
"What you think." Such a light reply suddenly fell into Zhang Yunxiang's ears, and the space around him became distorted.
Seeing that things had come to this, Zhang Yunxiang grabbed the backpack with many things in one hand and the sleeping bag on the ground with the other.
However, the tent has been set up, but there is no way to take it with me.
For this reason, he thought with regret: "Damn it! It's a pity that my cold-proof tent can't be brought to Maozi's family in the winter of 1942."
Just like that, Zhang Yunxiang's figure began to gradually disappear. However, at this moment, a thing claiming to be a system said:
"I told you, you really want to travel through the past."
Zhang Yunxiang: "..."
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Somewhere in the waters of Nansha, a 10,000-ton ship was sailing slowly in relatively calm waters.
Mo Ren had just inspected the main engine of the ship and found that everything was running normally. After letting out a big yawn, he decided to go to the cafeteria to have some late-night snacks and then rest.
He remembered that during the day today, the cook on the boat caught a sea fish nicknamed "Skinned Wolf" while he was fishing in the sea.
This thing doesn't look pretty, but the noodles are quite good, and the soup is so fresh that I will definitely eat an extra bowl later.
As long as a man has enough to eat, he will be able to fight! There is nothing wrong with this.
Mo Ren, 29 years old, 1.8 meters tall and weighing 170 kilograms, is currently the chief engineer on a 10,000-ton ship.
The so-called second engineer is actually the engineer on the ship whose position is second only to the chief engineer.
The specific job content is to perform duty duties during navigation and berthing, supervise the ship's propulsion device and ancillary related equipment; and help manage people, maintain and repair some machinery on the ship, etc.
The reason why Mo Ren pursues such a profession seems not to be unusual at all.
Because a few years ago, he was a member of a sailor landing detachment of the PLA. His position at that time was that of an engineer, and he also worked part-time as a cook.
After retiring from the army, I naturally found a job that matched my profession.
Because he has long been accustomed to such a life of running a boat on the sea, Mo Ren is actually quite satisfied with such a job with a relatively good salary.
The problem is that he is used to such a life.
A strong old man still feels a little bored after spending a long time at sea.
‘What the hell! It would be great if I could have some fun.’ With this thought in his mind, Mo Ren touched his pocket as he walked towards the canteen.
As for sailors, because of the monotonous life, there are very few people who do not smoke, and as long as they smoke, they are very addicted to cigarettes.
Finally, at this moment, I remembered that I had smoked the last cigarette on the deck and threw away the cigarette box.
He made a decision that he regretted many times for a long time to come, and at the same time was thankful for many times:
Let's go back to the dormitory on the way first and get myself a pack of cigarettes.
All this happened because after he opened the door to the room, the space in front of him was distorted. It made no sense at all, and there was no warning beforehand.
No! It seems that there is still a little hint.
The moment he opened the door, he faintly heard the words in the sound of the waves: Congratulations, you won the prize...
Northeastern region, outside a certain train station.
"Drink, this damn weather is only the beginning of December, it's so cold~" Zheng Jinyan, who got off work at midnight and walked out of the train station from the locomotive depot, yelled like this.
Then out of habit, I tied up the collar of my down jacket.
Then he quickened his pace, stepped on the thick layer of snow on the ground, and walked toward the house not far from the train station with a "crack~" sound.
Needless to say, after working for more than ten hours in such an icy and snowy environment.
What could be better than returning to a warm home with heating and letting my wife enjoy two snacks and two glasses of wine to get rid of the lack of food?
Anyway, if he has a day off tomorrow, it won't affect his work and safety.
Ordinarily, there is nothing wrong with Zheng Jinyan's thoughts. Ordinary people's lives are nothing more than this.
Some ordinary and ordinary things can make them satisfied.
It was just that in a certain dark section of the road, he didn't pay attention to his feet when he quickened his pace. As a result, after his feet slipped, he just threw his head back and fell.
A fall like this is actually not a big deal in the Northeast.
As long as you're not an old man or an old lady with limited leg or foot problems, it's actually not a big deal if you fall while wearing such thick clothes.
The problem was that at the moment he fell, the train driver was horrified to find that the space around him was faintly distorted.
In response to such a scene, we can only say that the system's ability to pull people in and transport them is getting more and more nonsense.