I really came here to fight against Japan

But what happened next once again shattered his cognition.

The Imperial Army's grenade throwers who had just rushed to the halfway point of the mountain and reversed the tide of the battle.

They fell down in an orderly manner, as if they were cursed by this ancient race.

The next one to fall to the ground instantly was the Imperial Army's machine gunner.

The brave Imperial Army warriors around Inukai all had expressions of fear on their faces.

Some people even whispered, "Baga, is this the curse of the empire?"

At this time, only Inukai knew that it was not a curse of the empire, but a sniper in action.

There are many snipers from the Chinese army doing precise shooting.

He had already observed carefully with a telescope, but did not find any of them in the position on the mountain.

Inukai Taijiro knew that he was in big trouble this time.

Among those people at the top of the slope, there are a large number of masters who are equivalent to the special forces in later generations.

Fortunately, he had prepared a plan long ago. He immediately gave the order to the artillery at the mortar position to open fire quickly.

It’s just a pity that the Imperial Army’s artillery had no chance to show its power.

They were completely wiped out by the artillery of the Eighth Route Army on the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, on the hillside, the Japanese troops who wanted to retreat were all shot into sieves by landmines.

He was familiar with this kind of landmine; he knew it because he often played computer games.

This is the Broadsword Mine that only exists in later generations. Baka, why is he here?

"Bagayalu, what on earth happened in this time and space? Who is changing the plot?"

Inukai felt that his brain was no longer enough.

He felt as if he had lost something important, but he couldn't remember it no matter what.

Before he could think about it, he was picked up by his guards and ran up the mountain.

They had no choice but to run, because the Eighth Route Army's mortar shells were already hitting them.

Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the hill made a fatal mistake.

They didn't know that they were hiding in the trenches and using guns to reap the lives of the imperial warriors, but they actually gave the order to charge with bayonets (Song Wenwan and his men were a little too excited).

Inukai Taijiro immediately issued an order, asking his artillery of the reinforced squadron to fire all the special bullets. Instantly, the sound of low artillery sounded, and yellow smoke submerged the charging Eighth Route Army.

At the same time, the wounded Japanese soldiers on the hillside were also covered.

Just when he was feeling smug, he suddenly realized that he had miscalculated again.

It's raining in the mountains today. When it rains, there must be wind, and they are facing against the wind...

As a novice who had never attended military school, he didn't even think about this.

He had no time to regret, as the Eighth Route Army's mortar shells had already launched retaliatory fire at them.

When the shell exploded, he was pinned down by the guards around him for protection.

Through the gap, he saw that the Japanese soldiers on the hillside were either killed by the Eighth Route Army's guns or suffocated to death by poison gas bombs.

Through the thin yellow toxic mist, he saw Chinese soldiers rushing down, each of them wearing... a gas mask?

What? How could this be? Have the Tubalu become so wealthy that they are so extravagant?

Inukai Taijiro is dead, he is the same as in his previous life.

They were all killed by the things they created.

His dream of becoming an empire and his dream of becoming a marshal all disappeared along with the faint yellow mist.

When Song Wenwan rushed down the hillside, the poisonous fog below the mountain had been dispersed by the power of nature.

His movements were so fast, he rushed forward out of nowhere.

The two regimental commanders of the Eighth Route Army nearby tried their best but failed to hold him back.

He was not an adventurous person, but the loli voice of the system in his mind scared him.

"Ding Dong, for killing a Japanese time traveler, the system rewards the host with thirty Japanese Type 92 infantry guns and three thousand rounds of artillery shells.

There were thirty Japanese mountain cannons and field cannons, each with three thousand rounds of artillery shells.

Local system, in order to thank the host for killing a traverser, a special reward: a Shinano aircraft carrier. "

Song Wenwan communicated with her system while rushing down.

"Tongzi, what is the situation of this local system? Is it your clone?"

The little system girl said proudly: "The local system is the administrator of this world.

I am a cosmic-level system manager who has the potential to be a great emperor."

Song Wenwan understood that the local system was equivalent to the principal of the school.

And his own system is equivalent to the director of the Education Bureau.

It's very advanced, no wonder my son has his chin raised to the sky.

Song Wenwan no longer had time to sort out the system, and quickly ran to the bottom of the slope.

Searching among the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, he found the time traveler who was shot dead.

I want to see what kind of person he is.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a soldier calling him.

"Report to Commander Song, a big fish was found here.

Look at his ID, he's a lieutenant colonel-level deputy captain!"

A lieutenant colonel-level deputy captain?

Think about that old Japanese captain Sakata, he is only a colonel level.

You are a deputy captain of a very important group. The rank of major is considered the highest in the world, but now you are a lieutenant colonel...

In addition to Song Wenwan, I have never heard of any deputy captain dying here.

So, maybe this damn devil is the short-lived Japanese time traveler?

He determined the identity of the Japanese soldier and immediately asked the soldier to search other places.

He squatted down and began to search for the equipment he had dropped.

There was nothing useful in the pockets of his clothes, and when he took off his boots and searched under the insoles, there was nothing either.

Oh, there is also a briefcase here, open it and look through it immediately.

I found a small blue notebook. What is written on it?

They were all numbers written in Japanese, 1931918, which were crossed out...

One hundred and ninety-three, seventy-seven, was crossed out...

1939511, this should be the date when the Battle of Nomonhan took place, and it has not been crossed out yet...

What? Nineteen forty-one, sixty-two?

Hiss, this is the day when the Iron Alliance War breaks out...

Fortunately, this guy named Inukai Taijiro was not allowed to survive.

Otherwise, he will definitely make the whole world laugh.

This notebook should not have been seen by anyone, otherwise he would not carry it with him.

Fortunately, this damn Inukai Taijiro was too greedy for credit.

His identity as a time traveler from later times has never been revealed.

The battle he participated in with the Eighth Route Army was meaningless.

In addition to causing the Fifth Division to lose more than 200 Japanese soldiers in battle.

The only thing added to the Eighth Route Army's merit book was the deputy captain's outstanding achievement of killing the Japanese devils.

Song Wenwan listened to the footsteps behind him and knew that it was the regiment commander of the Eighth Route Army, so she followed him.

The political commissar had sharp eyes and saw that he had something in his hand. He wondered what valuable thing he had seized.

At this moment, Song Wenwan stood up, and the small blue-covered notebook in his hand was swapped by him.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a Japanese version of the small picture book of "Flower Girl".