"Moving forward, moving forward, our team is facing the sun, with our feet on the land of the motherland, and carrying the hope of the nation on our backs. We are an invincible force."
In my ears, I could hear loud and heroic singing, and all around me, there were pairs of Chinese soldiers getting ready to board the train.
Song Xuan wore a dark green Taoist robe and carried a dark heavy sword behind his back. He was watched by countless soldiers on the train platform and looked extremely eye-catching.
"Taoist Master, don't be stunned, the train is about to leave!"
Not far away, an officer with a round face walked quickly. This man was not very tall, but the muscles on his arms were bulging. It was obvious that he was very physically fit.
It was a strange environment and strange people, but Song Xuan didn't panic at all. He just nodded to the oncoming officer and followed him without saying a word.
He knew that this was the identity that Bronze Mirror had arranged for himself in this new world.
Looking at this situation, his current identity seems to be that of a Taoist priest who joined the army.
"Taoist Priest, although you are a foreigner who came to support the revolution, since you have joined the army, you must abide by the rules of the army. When you get on the train, you should take off your Taoist robe and put on military uniform, right?"
"Okay!" Song Xuan didn't refute anything, just nodded lightly and followed this person onto the train.
At this moment, he was actually a little confused.
Because before leaving the previous world, he clearly saw that the main world displayed on the bronze mirror was the world of 'Swallowing Starry Sky'!
He was already prepared to fight all kinds of monsters to death, but when he opened his eyes, he was told by the bronze mirror that he had become a glorious volunteer soldier and was about to cross the Yalu River and start fighting against US imperialism.
The way this unfolded really made Song Xuan a little unable to react.
This is too ridiculous!
After boarding the train, Song Xuan took off his Taoist robe and changed into a military uniform that fit him well. Then the round-faced officer called all the soldiers in the carriage over.
"Let me introduce you, this is Taoist Master Song Xuan, a foreigner from Wudang Mountain. Hearing that there was a war in the north, he came out to support our revolution.
Everyone applauds and welcomes!”
Croak, croak, croak, warm applause rang out.
Then, the officer continued: "Our seventh company, originally belonging to the first column of the Third Field Army of East China, is now reorganized and restructured into the seventh company of the first attack regiment of the 80th Division of the 27th Army of the Ninth Corps!"
"We have fought against the Japanese, driven out Chiang Kai-shek, produced fighting heroes, and participated in dozens of battles, large and small. We have charged ahead and made detours. We are known as the seventh interleaved company! The sharp knife company! The ever-victorious company! The model combat company.
!”
Having said this, the round-faced officer paused and continued: "I am the 162nd soldier of the Seventh Company, Wu Qianli! I am also the company commander of the Seventh Company."
Five thousand miles!
After hearing this name and taking a closer look at the other person's familiar face, Song Xuan finally determined the environment he was in now.
In 1950, during the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, before the Battle of Changjin Lake began.
"I am the 135th soldier of the seventh company, Mei Sheng!"
"I am the 221st soldier, Yu Congrong!"
"I am number 280, Pinghe!"
Voices of self-introduction sounded in Song Xuan's ears one after another, until finally, a soldier who was a little thin and looked like a young boy spoke excitedly.
"I am a soldier of Six Hundred and Seventy-Seven, and my name is Wu Wanli!"
As he spoke, he said happily: "Originally, I was the last soldier of the Seventh Company, but now, it's you, Taoist Master Song!"
Song Xuan smiled and looked at the volunteer soldiers who had sacrificed their lives and suffered for generations, and couldn't help but look a little more solemn.
"Song Xuan, the 678th soldier of the Seventh Company, has met all of his comrades!"
He first gave a customary clasped fist salute, then realized what he was doing and gave another military salute.
After the ceremony, company commander Wu Qianli solemnly awarded the rifle and bullets to Song Xuan. At this point, Song Xuan's enlistment and gun-awarding ceremony were completed.
The train moved forward with a clanging sound. The trains in this era were not very fast, but for New China, which had just been founded and was still in the agricultural stage, it was also an extremely luxurious strategic means of transportation.
"Taoist Priest, why do you always carry a sword on your back? Is this the magic weapon you used when you were practicing in Wudang Mountain?"
After the gun-giving ceremony, the lively and active Wu Wanli could no longer hold back his curiosity. He stood next to Song Xuan and asked, suppressing his desire to touch.
He was extremely curious to death about this comrade who was a Taoist priest.
"right!"
Song Xuan smiled slightly.
The black epee behind him is a black iron epee.
It is the black iron heavy sword used by Dugu Qiubai back then.
In the previous world, after he took out the secrets and techniques from the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword, he ordered the best craftsmen at that time to smelt the Broken Sword and the Broken Sword into a heavy sword!
After that, this sword became his personal weapon. In the previous world, he nourished and refined it with the power of the sword for decades. Wu Wanli said that it was a magic weapon, which was not wrong.
Song Xuan raised his hand, and the black heavy sword was pulled out from behind with a sudden sound, and then he gently placed it on the floor of the carriage. He smiled lightly and said: "If you are interested, you can study it yourself. Next, I will
Practice for a while, don’t disturb me if there’s nothing important!”
"Okay!"
Wu Wanli squatted down happily and raised his hand to lift the heavy sword.
But the next moment.
With a thud, he fell to the ground.
He tried his best not to lift the sword, but because he exerted too much force and lost his center of gravity, he accidentally knocked himself down.
"Ha ha!"
In the carriage, cheerful sounds suddenly sounded.
The soldier named Yu Congrong even mocked: "Young little baby Wan Li can't even lift the Taoist Master's sword. With your little strength, how can you dare to join the army?"
Wu Wanli was not convinced and said: "Yu Congrong, if you have the ability, try it yourself!"
“Just try it!”
Yu Congrong chuckled, rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and held the hilt of the sword as high as he could.
"rise!"
Then,
The Dark Iron Heavy Sword is still lying quietly on the spot, motionless!
At this moment, the carriage was completely silent, and there was no more laughter.
You must know that Yu Congrong is a machine gunner of the Seventh Company, a very powerful one, and an absolute fierce man on the battlefield.
But such a person couldn't even lift a Taoist priest's sword. This new recruit from Wudang Mountain, Song Xuan, was too fierce, wasn't he?
At the very back of the carriage, company commander Wu Qianli and instructor Mei Sheng were muttering in low voices.
"Qianli, how did you find this Taoist priest? He is a real master!"
Wu Qianli shook his head and said: "I'm confused now. I just received a notice from above before departure, saying that there was a special recruit for me to receive.
I thought it was a related person, but unexpectedly a Taoist real person came here!"