The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 475 Internet Disconnection (Part 3) My Name is Hu Xiaofei
The snow fell even harder.

It seems that because this land was once baked by scorching artillery fire, this winter has come specially to cool it down.

The rolling mountains were completely covered in snow, and from a distance they looked like one white mound after another.

In one of these tombs, reinforced concrete has hollowed out its base and extended all the way down to the unknown depths of the earth.

Happy birthday, Sister Fei!

"Sister Xiaofei, remember to write to me when you return to China. I'll come to find you after I graduate, and we'll serve our country together."

"Sister Fei, the ship is here. Have a safe journey."

"Sister Fei, run! Run!"

"call!"

The woman on the operating table suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath like a drowning person who had been rescued from the water.

"Cough...cough..."

After coughing violently a few times, the woman frowned and calmed her breathing before she began to assess her situation.

She was only wearing a white long dress, or rather, a bed sheet draped over her shoulders.

Beneath the woman was an operating table, with an IV stand on each side. The stands were covered with countless IV bags, most of which were empty, with only a few bags still containing less than half a bottle of medication.

Moreover, apart from the two IV drips being administered to her arms, the rest were either injected into her neck or applied as patches to her head. There were also thread-like things attached to her temples, connected to the military-green instruments on the operating table that she couldn't understand.

However, the instrument now appears to have stopped working.

The woman looked around and saw nothing but concrete walls besides the bright white light emanating from the overhead lamp.

No, the woman frowned and looked closely at her right side, where there was an iron door that almost blended into the gray-black wall.

When I close my eyes and try to recall, a jumble of chaotic images flash through my mind.

Tatami mats, screens, birthday cakes, ships, ship horns, gunshots... and then...

A sharp pain shot through the depths of her brain, interrupting the woman's memory. As she instinctively clutched her head in agony, she aggravated the needles attached to her body, sending another wave of intense pain through her.

Sharp, piercing pain shot through her body, and the woman became somewhat irritable, enduring the pain as she ripped out the needles.

The woman's pain lessened considerably, and she slowly sat up in bed.

“Fei… Xiao Fei…”

Muttering to herself the name she remembered being called, the woman composed herself: "What's my name, Fei?"

My mind is a mess, and I can't recall much of what happened. Trying to think about it deeply brings a sharp, stabbing pain.

So she had no choice but to give up trying to recall the events and wait for the chaotic images to gradually subside.

Right now, she needs to figure out where she is.

The woman stepped off the operating table, her bare feet treading on the cold floor tiles, and staggered toward the iron gate.

"Dangdang!"

However, she had only taken a few steps when the iron gate in front of her was opened from the outside, and a group of soldiers in white protective suits carrying rifles rushed in and surrounded her.

The woman's heart tightened, and she instinctively dared not move.

Soon, another figure in protective clothing emerged from the shadows of the corridor behind the iron gate. He was not carrying any weapons, but a pistol was tucked into a holster at his waist.

A close look at the gaps in the holster reveals that the pistol inside is a Browning, not the Nambu Type 14 pistol, which is often referred to as the "turtle box." This is a good way to tell whether a Japanese officer is rich or not.

The former was rich and intelligent, while the latter... was lucky, because that thing had an extremely high rate of accidental discharge and a high failure rate. If it weren't for the fact that it was a domestically made pistol, no Japanese officer with a brain would have been willing to use it.

After entering the prison, the officer did not get too close to the woman. After standing still, he took off his gas mask. He was the same lieutenant who had arrived in the truck earlier.

Upon seeing that face, images immediately flashed through the woman's mind: hospital beds, syringes, iron cages, and people wearing protective suits just like these soldiers.

Seeing the woman frown and think, the lieutenant smiled at her and said in Japanese, "Miss Hiko, you're finally awake."

The woman, whose head was still throbbing, gave up trying to recall the past again and asked in Japanese, "Do you know me?"

“Of course,” the lieutenant said with a smile. “Ms. Kawashima Hiroko.”

"Kawashima... Hiko."

"It seems your previous injury affected your memory, Lady Kawashima Hiko. You are an outstanding talent cultivated by the Empire."

"..."

The woman didn't speak, but after a moment of silence, her gaze swept over the soldiers with guns: "Is this how you treat talented people?"

The lieutenant glanced at the soldiers as well, and after less than a second of thought, replied, "Please don't misunderstand, this isn't directed at you. It's wartime now, and the place where we treated you might be in danger, which is why we have to carry weapons."

Who caused the other experimental subjects to ultimately fail, resulting in extremely dangerous consequences!
"How did I get hurt?" the woman asked another crucial question.

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant immediately replied, "When you came from headquarters, the ship was attacked, and the violent explosion cost you your life. We could only provide emergency treatment before bringing you here for further care."

The woman called Kawashima Hiko remained silent upon hearing this. Seeing this, the lieutenant said again, "I know you still have doubts, but your injuries are not fully healed yet, so please don't worry."

"You mean I have to stay here and can't leave?"

"Yes, your physical condition is still unstable." After saying this, the lieutenant smiled and said, "But don't worry, we have prepared a separate room for you next door, fully equipped with daily necessities. Once you recover, you will be able to continue serving the Empire."

The woman nodded, seemingly agreeing to the lieutenant's suggestion.

Upon seeing this, the lieutenant immediately smiled, stepped back behind the iron gate, and opened the iron gate next to it.

“Miss Fei, you can take a look at your room. If you need anything, just let me know.”

After pausing for two seconds, Kawashima Hiko walked over barefoot. However, when she stepped out of the iron gate, the lieutenant instinctively took a few steps back.

The room was basically decorated in an island Japanese style. Although the walls were still gray and black, there was a screen with ukiyo-e prints, a low table, a futon, a small dressing table, a clothes basket, and a very conspicuous Rising Sun flag on the wall.

Moreover, there was even a tatami room behind that screen!

Kawashima Hiko looked somewhat surprised. She walked in and looked at the furnishings, and finally walked to the small dressing table. Looking at herself in the mirror, her head suddenly started to hurt again, as if more memories were surging out.

At this moment, the lieutenant standing at the door smiled and said, "Miss Fei Zi, although it is wartime now, I think that as an outstanding talent of the Empire, we still need to create a suitable environment for your recuperation. For the next period of time, you only need to return to the place you just came from when you are receiving treatment. You can rest in this room at other times. We will arrange hometown delicacies for you and keep you updated on the current combat situation of the Empire so that you can serve the Empire as soon as possible after your treatment."

The lieutenant paused slightly, and seeing that the other person was still looking in the mirror, he thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "I wonder what Miss Fei Zi likes to eat? After the war is over, I will definitely treat you to the Sekiya cuisine in Yokohama. The silver cod grilled by that person known as the Silver Cod Prince is the taste I miss most in this land."

However, his words still failed to elicit any response from Kawashima Hiko. At this moment, the lieutenant stepped into the room and saw in the mirror that she was clutching her head in obvious discomfort.

"Miss Fei Zi..."

"Shut up!"

A shout came from the woman, interrupting the lieutenant, but what really made the lieutenant frown was that she had just spoken in Chinese.

"Hiss!" At this moment, the woman lowered her arm from her head, leaned against the dressing table, and took a deep breath. The loud noise made it seem as if she was trying to suck all the air out of the room.

As she inhaled the cold air, a mixture of smells of rust, wood, and disinfectant, the woman, suppressing her pain, continued softly in Chinese, "Such a strong smell of blood!"

The lieutenant's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his smile vanished, and he took a step back and retreated outside. The soldiers who had followed him immediately surrounded him.

Kawashima Hiko turned around, tilted her head, and stared at him calmly: "You seem to be afraid of me?"

"..."

Now it was the lieutenant's turn to be silent, while "Kawashima Feizi" patted her forehead and said, "Although I can't remember many things, I suddenly remembered that my name is Hu Xiaofei."

……

"Teacher, there's a problem with Subject Number One; her memories haven't been completely erased."

The office door was pushed open, and the lieutenant rushed in with a serious expression.

The old man who was looking at the experimental data looked up when he heard this, and his expression also became solemn. After thinking for a moment, he said, "That's right, she is the only successful experimental subject of Project Amaterasu. The previous dosage was still not enough for her."

After a pause, the old man asked again, "Has she gone berserk now?"

"This..." The lieutenant looked puzzled when this was mentioned. "No, she remained calm."

"calm?"

The old man adjusted his glasses, pondered for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed drastically: "It's not calmness, she's adapting. When she's fully adapted and remembers more of her memories, that's when she'll go berserk!"

At this point, the old man said in a solemn tone, "We must administer a larger dose of the medicine to her as soon as possible."

On the large platform on the third underground level, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were staring intently at the iron gate in front of them, armed with more than a dozen Type 38 rifles and two Type 92 machine guns.

Even with such firepower, the vast majority of these Japanese soldiers were still sweating profusely with nervousness.

There was no other reason than that they had already experienced such a situation several times recently, and although they had managed to thwart it each time, the losses incurred were evident to the surviving soldiers.

One of the few Japanese soldiers holding a machine gun was not nervous. He comforted his comrade next to him, saying, "Don't worry, this time it's not a monster, it's a human."

"But I heard from the captain that this experiment was a success."

"..."

Just as the tension continued to build, the elevator doors behind them opened, and the lieutenant led out several Japanese soldiers, also dressed in protective suits and wearing gas masks. They dragged out two handcarts, each with a large green metal canister bearing a skull and crossbones symbol, with a hose nozzle attached to the canister.

At the lieutenant's signal, the men pushed the handcart to the iron gate and then opened the palm-sized iron window on the gate.

After glancing at the two rooms deep in the corridor behind the door, the two Japanese soldiers inserted the hose nozzle on the iron can into the small window, then opened the valve on the iron can, and the gas inside the can immediately rushed in.

Seeing this, many people, including the lieutenant, breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the gas flowed back from the iron bars, it was fine, as everyone had taken protective measures.

After a long while, the gas in the two large tanks, which were almost half a person tall, had been released, and the lieutenant signaled them to step back.

After staring at his watch for nearly five minutes, he finally said, "Open the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier opened the door, revealing a quiet corridor.

The lieutenant waved his hand, and a soldier carrying a medicine box went inside, escorted by four armed soldiers, while the rest remained on guard.

In the room specially decorated for "Kawashima Feizi", Hu Xiaofei had changed into a red dress, but she was now lying on the tatami mat, seemingly unconscious.

The door was not closed, or rather, the room itself was not designed to be locked.

After a few soldiers walked to the door and looked inside, they made a gesture to the lieutenant on the other side of the corridor before going inside.

The lead soldier opened the medicine box, took out a syringe, and then picked up a bottle of light blue medicine.

The Japanese soldiers had no intention of wiping the woman's face with alcohol swabs first.

After the syringe was filled with medicine, a soldier next to her straightened Hu Xiaofei's arm, and the leading Japanese soldier was about to inject the medicine into the vein in her wrist.

However, at this moment, Hu Xiaofei, who had been "unconscious," suddenly opened her eyes. Then, with lightning speed, she grabbed the wrist of the Japanese soldier in front of her and inserted the needle that was supposed to be inserted into her arm into his neck.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. By the time the Japanese soldier next to him reacted and reached for his gun, his head had already been slammed against the wall by a tremendous force.

In the blink of an eye, two of the five Japanese soldiers inside the house had been killed, and at that moment, the other three Japanese soldiers had already loaded their Type 38 rifles and moved the muzzles toward her.

Decades ago, when the Empress Dowager was still alive, a short-lived debate arose in the martial arts world of this land.

So, is it because guns are faster? Or knives?
The reason this issue is considered short-lived is that one side of the debate quickly found the answer through personal experience.

Even so, some traditionalists still say that a spear is faster from seven steps away, while a knife is faster within seven steps.

However, with the continuous development of the times, some martial arts practitioners today have personally achieved the saying, "All the experts in the army say that they can break a spear with a single sword, and when they go into battle, they all carry a spear."

The most crucial point of contention regarding the speed of a knife or gun within seven steps is not whether a person can outrun a bullet, but whether the person wielding the knife can outrun the gunman's reaction.

Normally, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to do this, but clearly, Hu Xiaofei at this moment is not an ordinary person, and it is even questionable whether she is even human.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, but just as they pulled the trigger, Hu Xiaofei on the bed rolled over and landed under the nearest Japanese soldier.

The Type 38 rifle is a good gun. It has strong penetration at medium range, a simple mechanism that is easy to maintain, and another feature is its long barrel. With the bayonet attached, it is 1.6 meters long, making it very suitable for close combat.

However, when Hu Xiaofei got close to him in this confined space, the gun's advantages suddenly became disadvantages. Combined with another, even more fatal, drawback of bolt-action rifles, it became truly fatal.

Almost at the same moment the Japanese soldier touched the bolt, his protective suit was lifted up, his bayonet was pulled out, and the bayonet was removed from his waist, thus eliminating the root of his troubles.

Hu Xiaofei didn't know exactly what had happened to her, but the flashbacks told her that the Japanese army had tampered with her body. If she wasn't mistaken, the content of those memories was a kind of biochemical experiment.

I just don't know why I'm not dead, and now... it feels so wonderful.

She seemed to have become the darling of time, and everything in her senses slowed down. As the castrated Japanese soldier in front of her uttered his first syllable in pain, she threw her bayonet at the neck of the Japanese soldier who had just finished pulling the bolt at the farthest point.

At the same time, another bolt-action sound rang in her ears, but just as the other person moved the gun barrel toward her, her hand was already on top of the barrel, pressing it down.

There is controversy within seven steps, but no controversy within one step.

Almost as soon as the other person pulled the trigger towards the floor, his head was also pressed against the wall by Hu Xiaofei.

Gunshots rang out one after the other, followed by a dull thud.

Then came the sound of the Japanese soldier in the distance, who had been standing for nearly two seconds with blood spurting from a knife wound to his neck, falling to the ground.

Hu Xiaofei then pulled out the bayonet from the other man's waist, and looked at the Japanese soldier who had just screamed. She did not act immediately, but first removed the other man's gas mask and then slit his throat.

After putting on the only gas mask that wasn't stained with blood, Hu Xiaofei finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"I almost suffocated."

(End of this chapter)