Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"Oh no! What should I do? Am I really trapped here forever and unable to get out?" Jiang Jiyun collapsed on the lazy sofa like a deflated ball, his face full of frustration and helplessness.

"Could it really be that guy's trick? Humph, Brother Ma just guessed it. With their intelligence, they will surely find a way to wake me up." Thinking of Jun Mingchun's exaggerated movements when he was performing the trick, Jiang Jiyun had an idea in her mind. She was sure that the problem was most likely here.

"Oh my, uncle, can you please stop tearing these things off my face? It's so itchy!" Jiang Jiyun complained while stretching out his hands to cover his cheeks tightly.

At this time, Jiang Wenming was concentrating on helping his niece Jiang Jiyun remove the raised burn scars on her face. He was very careful and kept muttering, "Our Xiaoyun is a beautiful girl who loves her the most. If she opens her eyes and sees that her face has become black, she will be so sad that she will cry."

As he spoke, Jiang Wenming's eyes became red and tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Seeing this, Ma Chao, who was sitting nearby, patted Jiang Wenming's shoulder and consoled him, "Uncle, in my opinion, Xiaoyun may have been too tired recently, so she has been sleeping all the time. Why don't we not disturb her for now and let her have a good sleep in peace."

After saying this, Ma Chao sighed deeply.

In the truck at the rear, Qi Feng and others were sitting together, staring at the weapons and equipment placed on the vehicle - heavy machine guns, mortar barrels, and some Japanese guns that were still usable, etc. These were the weapons they had quickly put away after cleaning up the battlefield.

There was a solemn look on everyone's face, making them look particularly serious.

When they heard about the Japanese Yin-Yang Master from Jiang Jiyun before, they could hear a hint of fear in her tone.

However, no one had expected that this time they would actually fall into the hands of the other side, Yu Ning was sacrificed, and Jiang Jiyun was in a coma.

When everyone was silent, Chen Meng suddenly broke the silence. He frowned and said hesitantly, "How about... I go back and look for the master to see if I can find a way to deal with it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Huashan on the side cast his eyes towards Zhang Meng, a trace of doubt and confusion flashed in his eyes, and then asked: "Aren't you all monks? Do you also know things like summoning spirits? In my opinion, maybe we should find a Taoist priest. After all, aren't Taoists more adept at this kind of thing?"

Chen Meng was wearing a set of clothes that obviously didn't fit him well, and was huddling in the crowd. His clothes were burned and didn't keep him warm at all. He was stronger than Zhang An and the others, so his clothes were tied tightly to him.

Hearing Zhao Huashan's question, he couldn't help but lower his head and think.

When I think about it carefully, when I was practicing with my master in the temple, I had never seen the masters deal with matters like summoning spirits.

On weekdays, most of the masters just help to pray for the souls of the dead, recite scriptures, and go down the mountain to beg for alms.

At this time, Jiang Jiyuan quickly dialed the phone to the base and reported what happened to Jiang Jiyun and others in detail to his superiors.

After learning about this, the base attached great importance to it and immediately contacted relevant personnel to come and support Ma Chao and others.

After receiving the urgent notice from his superiors, Fu Jingming immediately called Ma Chao without any hesitation.

When he learned that Ma Chao and his group were rushing towards him without stopping, with pursuers chasing them from behind and possibly numerous interceptions ahead, his eyes instantly became firm.

Fu Jingming knew that the situation was critical and time was running out, so he issued the assembly order without hesitation.

In a short moment, a well-trained and well-equipped team was quickly assembled. All the team members were in high spirits, armed with live ammunition, and ready for battle.

These sufficient weapons and ammunition were left for them by Jiang Jiyun. Now they are more confident in going to the battlefield to kill the Japanese.

The Japanese in the three northern provinces had already tried their best to stop Ma Chao and others.

However, at this moment they were surprised to find that the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces here were like a group of crazy beasts, biting them tightly and not letting go.

No matter how they fought back, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters never retreated and moved forward bravely.

Every Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldier remembered the same order in his heart: Delay this devil army at all costs!

Even at the cost of our lives, we must never let the enemy advance a single step.

At this critical moment of life and death, they built an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood, and launched one thrilling and desperate battle after another with the enemy.

With the full support of these fearless teams, Ma Chao and his men fought bravely all the way, breaking through one enemy interception line after another.

Every charge was a thrilling battle of life and death, but they never retreated, and continued to advance forward with their tenacious will and superb martial arts.

When they finally arrived at the edge of Harbin, everyone's body was covered with shocking scars.

When Fu Jingming led a small team and hurriedly arrived, the group of people in front of them had already lost their human form.

Chen Meng was carrying Qi Feng, who had completely lost consciousness and was in a deep coma. His steps seemed heavy and difficult.

Zhang An and Liu Zhiming also had important tasks to do, each carrying the unconscious Hu Dahe and Sun Bao on their backs.

Both of their faces were filled with fatigue and anxiety, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down their foreheads.

Looking at Zhao Huashan and Xu Fan again, they were struggling to carry a simple stretcher on which lay Ma Sheng, who had died heroically.

Jiang Wenming's face was covered in dust, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were dirty and tattered.

However, even though he was in such a miserable state, he still tightly protected Jiang Jiyun, who was wrapped tightly in clothes in front of him.

Ma Chao's situation was not much better. His left arm was hanging limply on a strip of cloth, and he walked with a limp.

Despite being seriously injured, he still stood firmly in front of Jiang Wenming.

"You guys..." Fu Jingming looked at them and couldn't say anything to comfort them, so he asked someone to go over and help.

After returning to the base, they asked a doctor to bandage and treat them. Jiang Wenming did not even bother to treat his wounds. His eyes were fixed on the doctor who was taking Jiang Jiyun's pulse.

"Young comrade, I, an old man, feel a little nervous because of your stare at me." The old doctor withdrew his hand and looked at Jiang Wenming helplessly.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I'm just worried about my niece's health. She has been in a coma for ten days. I'm just worried about her." Jiang Wenming apologized to the doctor.

"Her pulse is fine. She is healthy and has no illness at all."