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

Jiang Jiyun stared at the pale Jiang Wenming with suspicion, and asked with concern, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so grim? Were you frightened by something terrible? It shouldn't have taken so long for you to react."

Jiang Wenming's body was trembling slightly. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on his little niece who was lying on him and groping around.

His eyes were red, and his voice was slightly choked as he said, "Xiao Yun, I seem to have really...really seen your Aunt Wen Ting. I didn't lie to you, and what you saw before was definitely not an illusion."

Jiang Jiyun's little hands, which were originally groping on Jiang Wenming's clothes, suddenly seemed to be frozen. She raised her head in astonishment and looked at her uncle in disbelief, her mouth wide open, unable to close for a long time.

The two of them stared at each other silently. After a long while, Jiang Jiyun finally came to his senses. He swallowed hard and asked hesitantly, "Aunt Wenting...does she know my birthday too?"

Jiang Wenming certainly understood what Jiang Jiyun meant, and his face instantly became even paler and bloodless.

"So... I was really betrayed by my own family?" Jiang Jiyun slumped on the ground, her voice getting lower and lower until it was almost inaudible.

However, the next moment, Jiang Jiyun suddenly jumped up from the ground, her eyes wide open, and she roared angrily, "Uncle, I must capture her alive and ask her face to face why she is hanging out with those devils!"

As soon as Jiang Jiyun finished speaking, he pulled Jiang Wenming up without hesitation and rushed out of the space together.

The two men, armed with guns, hurriedly ran in the direction where Jiang Wenming had seen Jiang Wenting fleeing.

They ran all the way eastward, and after crossing two more streets, Jiang Wenming suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of people not far ahead who were tightly surrounded by guards from several families.

In the crowd, a woman stood out. She was holding a child in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

"Uncle, something's wrong!" Jiang Jiyun frowned slightly and said to Jiang Wenming in confusion, "She was clearly escaping with the Japanese just now, so why is she separated from them now?"

Jiang Wenming took her and quickly hid against the wall, his eyes fixed on the group of people in front.

Jiang Wenming paused for a moment, then, with a glimmer of hope in his heart, muttered to himself, "Could it be that our previous guess was wrong? Are they actually innocent civilians being held hostage by the devils?"

However, Jiang Jiyun shook his head and said firmly, "I don't think it looked like he was being held hostage. Instead, it looked more like he was being escorted."

She lowered her voice and continued to analyze, "This is really strange. According to common sense, if they were held hostage by the devils, they shouldn't be released so easily. If they were of no use to the devils, they would have killed them long ago."

Just as the two were talking in low voices, another group of people suddenly came running towards them from the opposite side.

Jiang Jiyun observed carefully and found that the people coming were Zhang An and Chen Meng. They were in front, followed by a group of soldiers.

Zhang An and others were obviously wary of the group of people opposite. They held weapons and vigilantly observed each other's every move.

When they noticed that the group of people were carrying large bags and suitcases, and that there were women and children in the team, they guessed that these people might be ordinary people in the city.

The atmosphere between the two sides was extremely tense, as if it was about to break out, and at this tense moment, a man next to them suddenly stood up.

He took a step forward with a gun gripped tightly in his hand and the muzzle pointed downward.

He explained in a trembling voice: "Master Jun, please don't misunderstand me. We are really just protecting my master, wife, and young masters as they escape. We are definitely not the Japs!"

Zhang An and his group were rushing to the battlefield to encircle and suppress the Japanese devils in a panic at this time, and had no time to pay attention to the man's explanation.

They just glanced at the group of people quickly and continued to rush forward without stopping.

As dawn was about to break, Jiang Jiyun and Jiang Wenming looked at each other and tacitly took out an iron box.

They held the iron box tightly and chased after the group of people without hesitation.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

As sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, the silver needles in the iron box flew out and shot straight towards the group of people.

Jiang Wenting, who was leading everyone to escape desperately, suddenly heard a series of sounds of people falling to the ground behind her.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she immediately stopped and turned around in horror.

She saw two dark shadows, one big and one small, standing not far away, and around her, the people who had originally escaped together had fallen to the ground one after another.

Jiang Wenting's body trembled uncontrollably. She hugged the child tightly in her arms and asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you?"

Jiang Wenming walked forward slowly, and Jiang Jiyun followed him and took two steps forward.

"Jiang Wenting, why are you here?" Jiang Wenming's voice was cold and questioning.

When Jiang Wenting heard this question, her body trembled involuntarily, but she tried to relax her tense body a little.

She looked at Jiang Wenming in front of her, wondering how he could know her and even her previous name.

"You've got the wrong person, right? I'm not the Jiang Wenting you're talking about, so are you here to beg for money? If you just let us go, I can give you 100,000 yuan." Jiang Wenting's voice was trembling a little, but she still pretended to be calm.

Jiang Wenming and Jiang Jiyun were both surprised when they heard her words. They looked at each other, obviously surprised by what Jiang Wenting said.

She could actually come up with such a huge amount of money so easily. This was far different from the Jiang Wenting they remembered. Wasn't it said that the man Jiang Wenting married was just a teacher from an ordinary family?

"How can a woman like you have one hundred thousand dollars just by relying on your suitcase? Do you believe the lie you told?" Jiang Jiyun raised the gun in his hand, pointing the gun directly at Jiang Wenting, his tone full of suspicion.

Facing Jiang Jiyun's threat, Jiang Wenting's face turned pale, but she did not back down.

She slowly put down the box in her hand, and then took off a red rope from her wrist, on which hung a copper key.

"This is the key to the safe at the Central Bank of Su City, Su Province. The gold inside is definitely worth more than 100,000 oceans..." Jiang Wenting put the key on the ground and said in a slightly low voice.

Jiang Wenming's gaze fell on the brass key, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Wenting, as if trying to tell from her expression whether she was lying.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming suddenly noticed a hint of murderous intent in Jiang Wenting's eyes. It was an undisguised hostility that made him alert.