Su Xiaoyi only felt someone hit her hard on the back of her head, her vision went dark, and when she opened her eyes again, the choking smell of gunpowder smoke rushed straight into her nose.
"Boom!"
The explosion not far away made his eardrums buzz, and dirt and gravel rained down on his head and face.
"Where... Am I?"
He was stunned and struggled to get up, only to find that he was lying on a piece of scorched earth, surrounded by broken walls, and figures wearing khaki military uniforms who were constantly shot and fell. Not far away, several Japanese soldiers carrying Sanba Gai were rushing over screaming.
"Filming? No!" Su Xiaoyi's mind suddenly cleared up. This real touch, the rich smell of blood, and the burning sensation of the bullet passing by the ear are not something you can experience in practice or filming!
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound in my head, and an emotionless mechanical synthesized voice appeared out of thin air: "The super mall system has been activated, host Su Xiaoyi, current plane, 1937, Songhu battlefield."
"What the hell?!" Su Xiaoyi almost shouted. Songhu battlefield? 1937? Have I traveled through time? Have you activated the system yet?
He didn't have time to think about it, because a Japanese soldier had already rushed forward, with a ferocious smile on his face and a bright bayonet pointed at his chest.
Su Xiaoyi was so distraught that he rolled to the side in a hurry, barely escaping the fatal blow. He picked up a broken rifle next to him. The butt of the gun had long since disappeared, and only half of the barrel remained.
"Type 38 rifle (seriously damaged), recyclable, value: 0.2 Mall balance." The voice in his head sounded again.
"Recycle?" Su Xiaoyi muttered subconsciously.
