On August 13, 1937, the largest and most brutal Battle of Songhu in the history of the Anti-Japanese War broke out.
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The cold drizzle shrouded the entire Shanghai area in humidity. The cold water droplets gathered into streams and formed lines on the eaves along the grooves of the gray tiles on the roofs, forming a transparent water curtain that reflected the ruins of the walls.
In the messy village, the water droplets dripping under the eaves made a clear pattering sound, and everything was quiet.
A scrawny wild dog appeared outside the ruined village. Its soaked hair looked like it had been fished out of the water, covered in brown mud. It walked slowly and kept sniffing the floating water.
The floating objects in the dirty water seem to be looking for food.
There was a faint sound of gunfire amidst the patter of rain. The wild dog looked up from time to time, his eyes full of vigilance. After a while, the wild dog seemed to have discovered a new world, and let out an excited whimper.
His legs trotted towards the ruins ahead.
Dead people, dead people all over the ground, lying scattered in ruins, scattered guns have been submerged in the dirty water, shoulder straps have been soaked and swollen, the blood seeping from the bodies of the dead made the streets red and shocking,
Although the strong smell of blood in the air was diluted by the rain, it still could not escape the sensitive sense of smell of wild dogs.
Several black old birds were parked in the pile of corpses. They shook their heads and tore at the bloody flesh with their sharp teeth. The splashing blood made their bodies covered in blood.
The wild dogs excitedly rushed into the pile of corpses in the ruins. The old bird was frightened and flew up to the eaves of the house where only half of the wall was shaved off by the shells. It neighed dissatisfiedly at the intruding wild dogs.
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Perhaps the wild dog was hungry, so it lowered its head and bit down on the exposed dead man's arm. Its sharp teeth pierced into the flesh and blood, and then it tore hard. A large piece of flesh and blood entered its mouth, and it made a squeaking sound as it chewed.
There was a sound, blood and saliva stained his jaw, and then dripped to the ground.
The wild dogs excitedly devoured the flesh and blood. Several old storks stationed high up could not resist the temptation of food and flew down again, stopping a few meters away from the wild dogs. They were still wary of the wild dogs.
An old bird perched on a man wearing a gray military uniform, its sharp rafter pecked at the blood-stained face, preparing to tear off a piece of flesh.
"Ah!" A painful cry suddenly sounded in the ruins. The old bird felt the danger and was about to flap its wings and fly up, but a big hand stretched out from the pile of corpses had already grasped the old bird's head.
The owner of the big hand sat up from the pile of corpses.
The sudden turn of events frightened the wild dog and hurriedly let go of its bloody mouth. It ducked dozens of steps away and stared at the person standing among the corpses. Its eyes were full of vigilance, and its simple brain was still full of vigilance.
I can’t think of a reason why people can die and be resurrected.
The remaining old birds flew up again, looking at their companions fluttering and struggling in the big hands. They didn't know whether they were afraid or afraid. They hid further this time. In their simple thoughts, the people sitting in the ruins
It seems more dangerous than wild dogs.
Yang Ling was sitting among the ruins, with a blank look on his face. He remembered that he was hit by an explosive thrown by a Japanese spy, and then was swept away by the air wave and passed out. He did not expect that when he woke up, he would be in such a strange environment with dead people everywhere.
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What made Yang Ling even more shocked was that the body in the gray military uniform was not his own at all. He couldn't feel his own tyrannical power. This body was too weak. He looked at the gray sky and wondered what the hell was going on.
, am I still dreaming?
Yang Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand and pinched himself. The pain in his arm was so real. He was sure that this was not a dream, it was as if it were real. He felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and he had to find a way out.
Rest in a dry place.
Shanghai, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the Japanese army... Countless information poured into Yang Ling's mind, which seemed to burst his head. Yang Ling fainted several times. When he woke up from the coma again,
At that time, he finally understood his situation and identity from the information that poured into his mind.
He was originally the squadron leader of the Republic Falcon Squadron, but he died in the explosion of an improvised explosive device. For some special reasons, his consciousness did not dissipate, but traveled through time and space to possess a man with the same name who died in battle.
The National Revolutionary Army soldiers on the Songhu battlefield completed a different kind of rebirth.
He looked at the gray sky. He didn't know whether he should be sad or happy. Although he had completed a different kind of rebirth, he was on the Songhu battlefield that was destined to be burned by war, and his future was uncertain.
Damn it, Yang Ling cursed in his heart, then picked up a hat with a shining blue sky and white sun badge on the ground with a grimace, sighed and put it on his head, God allowed him to be reborn here, could it be?
Give yourself a chance for revenge? Yang Ling shook his head, let's survive first.
The wild dog bared its teeth and barked at Yang Ling as he stood up. The sharp teeth that gleamed with cold light were still stained with blood and minced meat. In this troubled world, human life is like a waste. Even docile animals have become fierce. Not only are they not afraid of people,
Instead, they feed on human flesh.
The barking of the wild dog was really annoying. Yang Ling picked up a stone and threw it at the wild dog, hitting the wild dog's head accurately. The wild dog screamed and ran away towards the alley in the distance with its tail between its legs.
Seeing that he accurately hit the wild dog, Yang Ling finally got some comfort in his heart. Although he was possessed by the body of the same name and looked weak, some of his abilities were retained, such as
Talking about the ability to react faster than ordinary people and the ability to focus quickly when facing a certain target, etc.
The entire village was torn to pieces by the heavy artillery fire of the Japanese army. Half of the collapsed house's white walls were exposed, and one can still imagine its glory when it stood.
Yang Ling wandered around the ruins for a long time before he found a Hanyang-made rifle that was still usable. Looking at the antique-level gun in his hand, Yang Ling had a wry smile on his face. It seemed that he really slept until liberation.
In addition to antique-grade Hanyang-made items, he also took out more than a dozen yellow-orange bullets and half a piece of multigrain cake from several corpses.
Multigrain cake is a cake made from a mixture of wild vegetables, rice bran and white flour. It is easy to store and carry. In this era of material scarcity, it was often used as dry food for soldiers during marches and battles.
The multigrain pancakes had long been swollen from being soaked in the rain, but Yang Ling, who was so hungry at the moment, didn't care and stuffed them directly into his mouth. However, the multigrain pancakes were much more unpalatable than he expected, as if they were separated by sand.
His throat hurt, but after eating grain biscuits, he finally regained some strength.
The entire battalion had been turned into limbs and minced meat under the heavy bombardment of the Japanese army. Looking at the tragic battlefield, Yang Ling's heart was extremely heavy. As a time traveler, he was familiar with this period of history and knew that this war would eventually end in...
It ended in a disastrous defeat, the mountains and rivers fell, and the Japanese invaders were ferocious. Thinking of this, Yang Ling felt like a stone was pressing on his heart, making him breathless.
Yang Ling walked slowly towards the distance with a Hanyang-made rifle. The ruins with broken walls looked even more lonely and desolate, and the ruins once again regained their tranquility.