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

Jiang Jiyun took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his state, and focused all his attention on killing the enemy.

These damn devils have prevented her from getting enough rest these days, causing her brain to become a little cloudy.

Despite this, Jiang Jiyun gritted his teeth and concentrated on killing the enemy.

However, her little eyes seemed to be cast under a spell by the Gatling gun, and she couldn't help but drift towards there.

Jiang Jiyuan put his sister down and kept an eye on Jiang Jiyun's situation, and accidentally noticed her straight little eyes.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't look at it anymore. Just pay more attention to the Japs around you. Even if I gave you that Gatling machine gun, what can you do? That gun weighs almost as much as you. Can you lift it?"

Jiang Jiyun was not discouraged by her brother's words. Instead, she asked even more excitedly, "No, brother! How did you get such a powerful thing? It's a Gatling gun!"

Jiang Jiyuan's gun kept firing, his voice a little hoarse amid the noise of gunfire: "Didn't you transfer all that to our dimension? Don't you know?"

Jiang Jiyun cried out with regret, "Aren't they all packed in boxes? Time was tight at the time, so I didn't have time to open them and look at the weapons."

At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from not far away: "Quick, quick, there are devils driving away over there, everyone, chase them!"

It turned out that a young soldier spotted the Japanese in the distance and drove away from the distant woods.

When Jiang Wenming heard the shouting from the other side, he quickly picked up the rocket launcher, ran forward a few steps, then aimed at the fleeing truck and decisively pressed the launch button.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the rocket flew straight towards the target. In an instant, the big truck was hit by the shell, flames splashed everywhere, and the huge shock wave generated by the explosion shook the surrounding trees.

This sudden scene made Jiang Jiyuan curious, and he turned to look at his sister.

This time it was Jiang Jiyun's turn to look calm, as if he had anticipated all this.

Jiang Jiyuan's heart moved, and he immediately understood that this must be related to his sister.

He asked, "Xiao Yun, what kind of weapon is that? Why have I never seen it before? Is it a new type of mortar?"

Jiang Jiyun continued to shoot while taking the time to answer his brother's question: "This is also from Brother Du's space. This is the last batch. I kept it and didn't give it to you. It's called a rocket launcher."

Under her brother's shocked gaze, Jiang Jiyun walked away proudly with her head held high, ready to find a place to take a nap. She could now see shadows of people when she looked at them.

At this time, Political Commissar Shen was shot in both legs, and the blood dyed the ground beneath him red. He endured the severe pain and sat on the ground with difficulty.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the mechanical dog in his arms that had lost a leg in the explosion.

The mechanical dog's coat was burnt, and its electronic eyes, which had been blinking brightly, became dim. It lay quietly in Political Commissar Shen's arms, as if it had lost its breath of life.

Political Commissar Shen gently stroked the remains of the mechanical dog, tears blurring his vision.

This mechanical dog is not just a tool, but also his partner. They experienced this battle together and developed a deep bond in just a few days.

He raised his head and looked at the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield in the distance.

They were busy and orderly cleaning up the debris and enemy corpses on the battlefield, their faces filled with the joy of victory.

Political Commissar Shen felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. He had originally thought that more than 4,000 of them would die in battle here.

If they only rely on their current millets and rifles, they will not be able to hold out until support arrives from above.

What he didn't expect was that the base had actually developed such advanced strategic materials and that mysterious space, which enabled them to win this brutal battle.

The soldiers fought bravely on the battlefield and never retreated, but they did not go to the battlefield on an empty stomach.

Every day everyone gets a whole piece of cooked beef and a few large white steamed buns. For them who are fighting in such a harsh environment, this is a treatment that they cannot even get during the Chinese New Year.

He couldn't help but wonder how those comrades could get so much cooked beef and white flour buns?

After all, during wartime, supplies are scarce, and it is not easy to meet the needs of so many soldiers.

However, the soldiers did not have any doubts about the source of the food. They just silently enjoyed the hard-earned food, filled their stomachs with it, and then continued to fight bloody battles with the Japanese.

"Old Song, did you see that? We won, we really won!" Political Commissar Shen muttered to himself at the sky, his voice choked with sobs.

He thought of his good friend, Captain Song, the comrade who had died heroically in battle.

Since Old Song's death, Political Commissar Shen has had no time to grieve in the past few days. He has put all his energy into commanding the battle.

Now, this victory finally gave him a moment to breathe, and he could properly mourn Old Song.

Political Commissar Shen secretly swore that he would replace Lao Song in the future, kill more Japanese devils, and avenge Lao Song.

He believed that Old Song's spirit in heaven would be pleased with their victory and would bless them with everlasting victory in the future.

"Uncle, are you looking up at the sky and crying secretly? Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle is cooler. You can't cry like this."

A tender child's voice reached Political Commissar Song's ears, bringing him back to his senses from his sentimental mood.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on a child with a freckled face.

The child's face was covered in dust and sweat, and was dirty, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, revealing a sense of cleverness.

There is something dark under those two eyes, as if they were painted with black ink, which is really conspicuous.

Political Commissar Shen couldn't help but laugh at the child's appearance.

He was about to open his mouth to explain when he heard the child continue, "Uncle, your robot dog needs to be charged. It just needs a new pair of legs. Stop crying!"

Political Commissar Shen looked at the little brat in front of him with some surprise. He didn't expect that the kid could not only notice his mechanical dog, but also point out the problem so accurately.

Seeing the child comforting him earnestly, Political Commissar Shen's mood gradually improved. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "You are Jiang Jiyuan's sister, right? I heard about you in the military camp before."

When Jiang Jiyun heard what Political Commissar Shen said, his eyes lit up and he immediately sat down next to him.

She said happily, "So it's someone I know! Oh my god, I've been so exhausted these past few days. I've never fought such a long battle before. I haven't slept a wink for days and nights!"