Hu Jie, 35 years old, owner of a community canteen, his life collapsed.
His mother has terminal cancer, his wife is divorcing, and his daughter calls him a "waste."
He unscrewed the gas tank and lay on the bed waiting to die.
Bite! The two world crossing systems were successfully bound!
It can carry 5 kilograms of supplies and travel between modern times and the 1937 Songhu battlefield!
Send a box of instant noodles and receive 100,000 yuan - enough for my mother's day of chemotherapy.
A cotton-padded coat was given as a gift, and a million dollars was received - the wife's divorce agreement was torn up.
Send a box of antibiotics and receive tens of millions of dollars - my daughter's classmates started calling her "Miss".
Hu Jie is crazy.
Mineral water, compressed biscuits, anti-inflammatory drugs... He delivered them to 1937 like a porter.
The bank card balance is jumping crazily, and real life is counterattacking and slaps you in the face.
Until that day——
He saw with his own eyes brothers from the Sichuan Army rushing towards the Japanese army with their bare feet and carrying swords.
The child soldier who called him "uncle" was blown up right in front of his eyes.
Hu Jie knelt on the scorched earth and burst into tears.
Go fuck yourself and make money.
He turned the system over to the state.
When the Type 95 rifle appeared in the Songhu position.
When the Sichuan Army brothers put on their body armor——
Hu Jie lit a cigarette: Little devil, grandpa is here to see you off.
Reader comments
The pace is too slow, too much content is used in system explanations and rules, the excitement is not enough, and it is a bit watery.
The pace is too slow, too much content is used in system explanations and rules, the excitement is not enough, and it is a bit watery.
Can a group fight in Songhu for so many days?