Liquan County, Hunan Province, China, a small town near the river
Leng Feng was awakened by a heartbreaking headache and a burning pain in his throat.
The last fragment of memory is the deafening explosion in a luxury apartment in Tokyo, and the fat face of the traitor translator twisted in horror before he died. The blazing flames swallowed up everything. As the "Scorpion", he fired the glory bomb, the mission was completed, and he died without regrets.
But at this moment... Why can I still feel the hard wooden bed beneath me? Smell the air mixed with the smell of low-quality alcohol, the smell of earth, and a faint smell of... Gunpowder smoke?
His eyes shot open.
What comes into view is the dim yellow thatched roof, with spider webs swaying in the corners. The room I was in was small and damp, and the walls were made of mottled adobe. He was wearing a coarse cloth jacket. Although his body was young and strong, it was obviously not the body of a special soldier that had been tempered for many years.
Strange memories flooded into my mind like a flood.
Leng Feng, 22 years old, is a martial arts student in the "Chunfeng Class" in Liquan Town. His parents and younger sister were killed in strafing bombings from passing Japanese planes just three days ago. He was the only one left in the family. Yesterday, the news of the surrender of the Japanese pirates came, and the whole town was in a state of excitement. In the midst of great sorrow and joy, he, a new orphan, drank most of the jar of inferior rice wine, and then... Seemed to have touched a leaky lamp holder?
"Fuck!" Modern Leng Feng, codenamed Venomous Scorpion, cursed lowly and sat up with his arms propped up, "I have... Traveled through time? And passed through the body of an unlucky martial artist?"
He shook his still groggy head, trying to clear his thoughts. Wu Sheng's memory
