The shock waves of the shells seemed to still be roaring in his ears, and Zhou Tian felt like the world was spinning. The next second, the pungent gun smoke and the smell of blood were roughly poured into his nose. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar training ground, but a village in chaos and burning into the sky. Several soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms and steel helmets were holding rifles with bayonets, chasing a thin figure with a sinister smile.
"Japanese!" The word flashed through Zhou Tian's mind instantly. Although it was unbelievable, the scene in front of him was beyond doubt.
The figure being chased was wearing a gray cloth military uniform. He was clearly an Eighth Route Army soldier, and she looked like a female soldier. She ran staggeringly and was about to be overtaken.
