Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

A small woods outside Ping'an County.

"Yaji, gege, Taijun, you guys rush up first, don't let them run away."

A fat translator wearing a black silk shirt, thousand-layer soles and a black top hat hid behind a big tree and shouted panickedly at the Japanese soldiers around him.

At this time, Chen Yan picked up a Browning M1900 and fired a shot, and then a Japanese soldier fell down.

Chen Yan was originally a junior student at the School of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering of a well-known university in Harbin, and he was also a super rich second-generation from a wealthy family.

Just when the heroic city of Harbin was becoming extremely wealthy and becoming China's number one tourist destination.

In order to catch some attention, he accompanied his girlfriend to the Exhibition Hall of Evidence of Crimes of Unit 731.

Seeing the children being soaked in formalin and the human skin being peeled off for dissection, he felt heartbroken from the inside out, and two tear marks gently ran down his face.

As a Chinese man, a sense of mission and humiliation arises spontaneously!

Outside the exhibition hall, Chen Yan silently offered a cigarette to all the heroes. Then he felt dizzy and came to the world of Bright Sword in the 28th year of the Republic of China.

When Chen Yan woke up again, he found that he had traveled through time and space to the body of Chen Yan, who was in the General Affairs Office of the Shanxi Station of the Kuomintang.

That’s right, this person has the same name and surname as him, doesn’t that make sense?

I thought I could live a comfortable life for a few days after traveling to the Kuomintang, but I never expected to encounter the Guo Qin incident.

During this period, under the frenzied suppression of the Japanese devils and traitors, all members of Guo Qin's group in the Taiyuan Group of the Military Control Commission's Shanxi Station were arrested. Due to the betrayal of the traitors, a domino effect occurred, leading to the collapse of almost the entire Shanxi Station. More than 120 people were arrested in total, and China's intelligence organization in Shanxi was shattered.

"Bang bang", a few gunshots brought Chen Yan back to reality.

Looking at the big tree in front of him that was pierced by the 6.5mm bullet of the Type rifle, Chen Yan couldn't help but throw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground.

MD, it would have been fine if there was no system at the beginning, but right from the start we were chased by the Japanese like a dog chasing a rabbit.

You have been chasing me for five days and five nights. Did I dig up your ancestral graves or steal your walls?

Recalling once again the atrocities committed by the Japanese army in the 713 Crime Evidence Exhibition Hall, Chen Yan was filled with resentment.

"Damn, you little Japanese, if you can't kill me today, I will beat you to death in the future."

"I have traveled through time and space this time, let's settle the national hatred and family feuds together."

"San'er, give the Japanese a melon grenade to whet their appetite."

"Brother, it's been 5 days, it's gone long ago."

"Damn it, you prodigal son, why don't you save money a little."

"Brother, you have to speak according to your conscience."

"Along the way, you keep shouting, 'San'er, throw a melon to damage that heavy machine gun.'"

"After a while, he shouted again, San'er, the Japs are coming, blow these bastards to death..."

"Why, now you don't admit it?"

"You little bastard, are you blaming me now?"

With a "bang" sound, a shell flew out from the Japanese grenade launcher and exploded next to the two men, and a cloud of dust covered them.

"Brother, what should we do? The Japanese are coming soon."

"Fuck, what else can I do? Run."

Without saying a word, Chen Yan started running without any hesitation.

San'er stood there in a daze for a long time, "Brother, wait for me for a while. You never tell me in advance, you don't want to use me to attract firepower, do you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't run away now, when will you run away?"

After saying this, the two of them ran away down the slope in a hail of bullets.

This short battle ended, and a second lieutenant commander on the Japanese side watched the two escape from his hands again.

He cursed angrily: "Bagayadee, this is the eighteenth time you have escaped."

"Chase me, give it to me."

Chen Yan and his companion ran 5 or 6 kilometers in one breath. Seeing that the Japanese officer had not caught up with them, they dived into the cornfield to rest.

At this time, night had just fallen.

San'er, gasping for breath, "Brother, these Japanese devils are like mad dogs, they have to keep targeting us."

"The Japs are just a bunch of sons of bitches," Chen Yan replied with anger and cursing.

The man next to Chen Yan named Saner, whose real name is Li Zhongkui, is an agent under the General Affairs Department and a loyal fan of Chen Yan for many years.

I was able to escape the Japanese mopping-up operation this time thanks to Li San's advance tip-off.

Just as the two were chatting idly, a burst of chaotic gunfire came from the southeast.

The two men immediately became alert and headed in the direction of the gunshot in a standard military reconnaissance posture.

"San'er, listen to the gunshots. There are Type 38 rifles, Type 99 rifles, Type 50 rifles, Type 24 rifles, Type 8 rifles, Type 24 rifles, Type 25 rifles, and Type 26 rifles... Oh my god, this wave of Japanese devils must have attacked the bandits' lair. The gunshots are too damn mixed."

"Brother, let's run now, it will be too late if we don't run now," Li San's face turned pale.

"Wait a minute, San'er, it looks like there's a group of people fighting and coming towards us."

"They are wearing grey cloth military uniforms of the Hanyang and Zhongzheng types. Could they be our brave and fearless Eighth Route Army soldiers?"

Just as Chen Yan was thinking, the figures whooshed into the cornfield and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Yan and the others, with their heads touching.

Chen Yan signaled Li San not to make any noise, and the two of them hid quietly aside.

"Captain, how come a group of Japanese soldiers with such strong firepower suddenly appeared? It's all your fault that you stepped on dog shit when you went out today."

"Damn it, how do I know where they came from? They're like dog-skin plasters, chasing me and hitting me."

"But it seems that this group of Japanese devils are not coming for us, and I don't know which group of bastards they are taking the blame for."

The leading man analyzed the situation while looking in the direction of the Japanese.

At this time, Li San tugged at the corner of Chen Yan's clothes and whispered: "Brother, let's run away quickly and let them fight the Japanese for a while."

Li San's words also happened to expose their existence.

"Fuck, who is it? Get out here!" the leading man said in a low and hoarse voice, leaning against the slope, with the box gun in his hand loaded with fire.

The soldiers behind him loaded their bullets in tacit understanding.

Only then did they realize that there was someone hiding so close to them, and they didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. This was a deadly danger, and everyone was on high alert.

"We're one family, don't get excited!"

Chen Yan gently pushed aside the corn leaves in front of him, just in time to come face to face with the leading man, their eyes meeting.

The leading man was also frightened by a strange face suddenly appearing in the darkness. He subconsciously threw a punch and muttered, "Fuck, you scared me."

Chen Yan was also stunned by the punch and cursed: "Fuck, who are you?"

"Who are you?" The leading man pointed his gun at Chen Yan and threatened him.

"You tell me first, having a gun is useless," Chen Yan, the second-generation rich man, was fully exposed to the world without fear.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, you speak first."

"Who the hell are you talking to?" Chen Yan's face turned red.

"Oh my god, you little bastard..."

You're still scolding me. You're really never going to stop. You're bullying college students and you have no temper.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always been the one beating up others. I can’t care less about that. Fuck you.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan also hit the man's left eye and finally felt relieved.

"You old bastard, we're even this time."

"Damn it! I, Li Yunlong, have never been beaten by the Japanese in all these years in northwestern Shanxi, but today I got beaten by you, kid?"

"Li, your uncle, you are so arrogant and you dare to mention someone to me."

"Wait, who are you, Li Yunlong?"

Hearing Li Yunlong's name, Chen Yan seemed to think of something. In the bright moonlight, he looked the man up and down.

In front of him, there was a middle-aged man with dark skin, calloused hands and a ferocious look. He shook his big head and stared at Chen Yan with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

With this image, this temper, and this ability to speak, he is like an old sow that has fallen into a dung pit and cannot escape. This must be the famous Li Yunlong in northwestern Shanxi.

This is the war hero in my mind!

Shit, I just got beaten up by the old hero, what a sin!

Thinking of this, Chen Yan slapped himself hard, "Pa!"