The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Lei Tao woke up slowly, feeling dizzy and groggy, as if he had been hit hard with a heavy wooden stick. The intense swelling and pain surged in his mind like a tide, and he couldn't help but subconsciously hit his head hard with his right hand, trying to relieve the unbearable discomfort. He supported himself with his left hand and just as he was about to sit up, he clearly felt the contact of a sticky liquid, and the strong smell of blood instantly hit his nose. He was suddenly startled and quickly opened his eyes. When he looked carefully, he saw that his left hand was already stained with blood. Turning his head, he found himself on a street, and the road was littered with corpses. The blood he had just touched was flowing from a corpse not far away.

At that moment, the relentless crackle of WWII-era Japanese Type 38 rifles echoed from a distance. Lei Tao's nerves instantly tensed, like a stretched string. With incredible speed, he snatched up his AK-200 assault rifle from the ground and, with a nimble tactical roll, dove into an alleyway for cover. His heart pounded, its throbbing like a drum in his ears. He vigilantly observed his surroundings, a cloud of confusion swirling around him. He had just settled down to rest after resolving the rocket threat at the Chinese border station. How had he ended up in this hellish place in just a moment? And what about the sound of those WWII-era Japanese Type 38 rifles? It all weighed on his mind, countless questions swirling around in his head, yet he couldn't find the answers.

However, his eyes soon fell on the modified Ak-200 precision rifle in his hand. He knew that in this unknown and dangerous environment, his weaponry was crucial to his survival, so he had to examine it carefully. He first gently touched the gun, and the cool, hard texture of the metal gave him a sense of reassurance.

Lei Tao deftly unloaded the magazine from his modified AK200 assault rifle, his movements steady and swift, without a trace of panic. When he saw the magazine was surprisingly full, he was filled with confusion. He vividly remembered the intense firefight with Western-backed armed groups while escorting the lithography machines back to China; the hail of bullets was still fresh in his mind. He had nearly emptied the magazine, leaving only twenty or so rounds in the assault rifle. He frowned slightly, pondering this strange situation. What could have caused the magazine to be so full again? Was it a mysterious change brought on by time travel, or was some other unknown force at work?

Next, he checked the magazines and bullets stuffed into his magazine pouch. He carefully unzipped the pouch, the gentle sound resonating distinctly in the quiet alley. He pulled out the magazines one by one, his fingers gently touching the surface, feeling the presence of the bullets. Each magazine was heavy and full. This filled him with even greater incredulity, as if a mysterious force was manipulating all this. His mind raced, trying to find a reasonable explanation, but it remained elusive.

He then opened his tactical backpack, and the sight inside astonished him even more. Spare magazines were neatly arranged inside, like soldiers awaiting inspection. He picked up one and carefully examined the ammunition inside. Two or three hundred rounds of various types—armor-piercing, tracer, tranquilizer, and more—over 400 rounds of assault rifle ammunition. These rounds were incredibly effective in different situations, giving him more options in combat. He imagined these bullets, like deadly meteors, striking the enemy like devastating blows in the heat of battle.

There was also an MP443 Raven pistol with an 18-round magazine. He picked up the pistol and expertly inspected its various components. The gun was smooth, without any signs of damage, as if it had just left the factory. It came with three magazines, each holding 200 rounds. He weighed the magazine in his hand, feeling the weight of the bullets. The heft gave him a sense of confidence.

Besides this, there was a terrifyingly sharp dagger. Its blade shone with an icy cold light, like a venomous snake waiting for its moment, sending shivers down his spine. Cautiously, he reached out and gently grasped the dagger's handle, instantly feeling a chill spread through his fingertips and throughout his body. He tightened his grip slightly, carefully savoring the dagger's immense power and ultimate sharpness.

The extremely sharp blade still flashed a heart-pounding light in the dim light. No matter whether it was tough leather, heavy metal or hard wood, it could not withstand its fatal blow.

For him, this dagger would be his reliable weapon in close combat. When the enemy approaches and his life is on the line, this dagger can help him break through the desperate situation. It is also his last line of defense in critical moments, protecting his life safety.

Next to it is the solar-powered flashlight, which played a vital role when Lei Tao was carrying out a difficult mission at night. In the dark environment, it illuminated the road ahead, helping Lei Tao avoid many dangerous traps and successfully completing that special mission.

He also had four first aid kits, filled with various first aid medicines and tools. He knew that injuries could happen at any time in a dangerous environment, and these kits were his lifeline. He carefully checked the contents of the kits, ensuring that everything was intact.

Compressed dry rations, canned American military meat, canned American fruit, and so on. These foods would provide him with the necessary energy to keep him going in this harsh environment. He looked at the food, silently calculating how long it would last.

After checking the weapons and equipment, Lei Tao leaned against the wall of the alley, breathing heavily. His brain was working rapidly, trying to sort out the chaotic situation in front of him. At this moment, a strong wind blew past, and a newspaper was blown to the entrance of the alley from a distance. His heart moved, and his keen intuition made him alert instantly. He first cautiously glanced at the direction where the sound of the Type 38 rifle came from, listened carefully for a moment, and after confirming that it was temporarily safe, he quickly picked up the newspaper at an extremely fast speed. The full traditional Chinese characters on the newspaper made him slightly startled. It turned out to be "Shen Bao". This newspaper with a long history was now heavy in his hands.

He nervously read the newspaper, his eyes quickly scanning the contents, while remaining highly alert, occasionally looking in the direction of the gunshots. His ears were also constantly paying attention to the movements around him, fearing that any danger would quietly approach.

As Lei Tao deciphered the newspaper's contents, a bold hypothesis gradually formed in his mind. Judging from the date, the events reported, and the surrounding environment, he had likely traveled to China during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. The city he was in was undoubtedly Nanjing, recently occupied by the Japanese. Perhaps, as he had speculated, the bursts of gunfire were the remnants of the Nanjing garrison attacking a Japanese patrol, which, upon being discovered, triggered a Japanese encirclement and suppression operation.

Lei Tao leaned against the alley wall, panting. As he pondered, a copy of the Shenbao newspaper blew to the alley entrance. He picked it up and discovered it was written in traditional Chinese characters. From the newspaper's information, he deduced that he had traveled back to Nanjing during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. The gunfire might have been the result of a surprise attack on a Japanese patrol by remnant soldiers.

Lei Tao carefully stood up and peered out into the street. The bodies of the elderly, children, and women were everywhere. Blood stained the ground, a fishy smell. The air was pungent with the smell of gunpowder, irritating his nasal cavity. He could imagine the previous battle, and his nerves were on edge. The houses on both sides of the street were dilapidated, with broken walls and shattered walls, some only frames, others a pitch-black wreck. Lei Tao was filled with grief and anger, and wanted to avenge the dead. He gripped his gun and prepared to face the challenge. Seeing that the corpses were wearing clothes from the Republican era, he confirmed the fact of time travel...