The Revival of Magic Starts with Minions

"Old Qin, slow down!" "You drank so much vodka last night that Zhang Chi couldn't stop you. Now you know you have a headache?" "Oh, Suka is not out of line!" The two of them were walking side by side in the forest. One of them covered his head in annoyance and was obviously hungover, while the other smiled with gloating. It is worth noting that the costumes of the two are incompatible with this era. The Hangover Man wears a military green coat, a red star printed on the sleek helmet, and a World War II classic Mosin-Nagant rifle on his back, with a scope attached. The other man is wearing an iron-gray military uniform. The Iron Cross on his collar is particularly oppressive in the shadow of the treetops. He also has a sniper rifle on his back, and there is a plastic cheek rest at the bottom of the butt as a recoil buffer and anti-freeze. They seemed to be looking for something.... At this time, in the distance, an army was slowly advancing, and they would soon enter a battle. Eric is also one of them. A big-headed soldier has no other use except to consume one more bullet from the enemy on the battlefield. He is not even literate and has little understanding of the object of his allegiance. I grew up in a well-educated family, but my own impulse brought me to this cannibalistic front and became a dish to go with wine. "Get ready!" His commander shouted loudly, and Eric noticed that his hands were still shaking a little, maybe he was a little nervous too. The infantry team formed their formation in a very slow and inefficient way and raised their guns. Eric couldn't stop shaking. He could even see the enemy's infantry looking in their direction with ferocious expressions. "Fire!" "Boom!" A shell fell directly into the crowd with a trajectory visible to the naked eye, and then took away one life after another with its roar and broken shrapnel. Eric felt his blood was draining. The equipment in his hand had been separated from his hand at some point, and the heavy backpack also flew away from his body. As the battle ended, he was naturally pulled to lie down in the army's morgue. But Eric did not die. But Eric couldn't move. He clearly felt that there was no pain in his body from the internal organs to the epidermis. He still stared at the top of the white tent with his wide eyes. He had nothing on him except his pants and a simple bandage. Eric couldn't understand, was he dead or not? As night fell, he could not wait for the God of Death or devils and angels to pick him up. Maybe this was death, feeling his increasingly cold body gradually losing consciousness... But soon, two voices interrupted his wild thoughts. "Hey look, a body as suitable as Shulka!" Then, two big men with guns on their backs appeared in his sight. One of them said to Eric: "I know you can hear it, now listen to me." "You are dead, dead completely, but you still have a chance, and that is exchange." Then another person said : "After being exchanged, you will replace him, and he will replace you. It's a fair exchange, isn't it?" After that, the two of them took out a medal that was divided into two pieces, one half with an unknown symbol and the other half with an unfamiliar mustache portrait. Then after piecing them together... There is the story of the first chapter. If new readers don't understand, they can feel free to ask questions. It's really annoying that they can't join the fandom without character information.

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