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Only when Ling Yun, a modern special forces soldier, stabbed the first Japanese soldier's throat with his bayonet did he believe it - the matter of time travel was really a blow to his head. The system panel flashed in front of my eyes: [Jiaomu Jiao Zhao Meng, activated] [Fangri Rabbit Lin Wanqiu, waiting to be rescued]... The names of the twenty-eight constellations are lighting up one after another. Not long ago, he was playing demolition in the rainforest, but now he has to teach hunters how to make earth mines, lead actors to play disguises, and force blacksmiths to use sledgehammers to smash turrets. "Brother Ling, the Japs are here again!" Zhao Meng ran over carrying a bloody bow and arrow, with half of his military uniform hanging on the arrow feathers. "Why are you panicking?" Ling Yun stuffed explosives into the cannon, "Let them try Sun Tiejiang's 'local eggs'." Lin Wanqiu crawled out of the pile of dead people with a medicine box on her back, her white coat dyed red: "There is the last half bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine left, who should I give it to?" "For the one with the gun." Ling Yun bit the grenade safety, "Those who can kill the Japanese must live." No one knew that these people were farmers, actors, and doctors yesterday, but now they were like red-hot irons, trying to carve a hole in the occupied area. From Qingjiang to Wuhan, they shot commanders' throats with bows and arrows, used embroidery needles to deliver secret messages, and sewed explosive packets into cotton-padded jackets. The most dangerous time was when Qin Feiyan dressed up as a Japanese woman and wiped the necks of seven colonels at a Japanese banquet. "Remember," Ling Yun wiped Qi Jiguang's anti-Japanese sword. The light of the sword reflected twenty-eight wounded faces, "We are camping in the starry camp. If one survives, ten Japanese will be killed!" --In the beacon fire, the sound of someone's gunshot startled a flock of birds, and they were flying towards the dawn with blood-stained wings.