"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Zhou Weiguo felt like the world was spinning. His last memory was of pushing away his comrades who were frozen on the spot during a military exercise, and being blown away by the shock wave of an artillery shell explosion.
"Batalion Commander! Battalion Commander! Are you okay?"
A quick voice pulled Zhou Weiguo back from the darkness. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a dark and rough young face, wearing a gray military cap with a faded red star on his head.
"I'm..." Zhou Weiguo was about to speak when suddenly a sharp pain hit him, and a large number of unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind.
Shen Quan, commander of the third battalion of the 386th Brigade Independent Regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, 25 years old, participated in the revolution in 1937...
"Third Battalion Commander, Commander Li wants you to go to the regiment headquarters immediately for a meeting! He said that the Japanese Fourth Brigade is going to raid our base area!" The messenger added in a panic.
Zhou Weiguo—who should be called Shen Quan now—looked down at the gray Eighth Route Army uniform on his body, with a Mauser pistol on his waist. Everything was too real to be doubted. He pinched himself hard and gasped in pain.
Not a dream. I really traveled through time, and even traveled to the world of "Bright Sword",
