The Flames of Resistance Against Japan in Jiangnan

Xu Wenqing was still half asleep when he was awakened by a burst of gunfire. Before he even opened his eyes, he reached out and groped around for his weapon.

Someone else was pulling him along, saying hurriedly:

"Commander, run! The enemy is catching up!"

"Don't be afraid, why are you running? Hand me my gun."

After struggling for a while, Xu Wenqing finally opened his eyes, only to find a battlefield filled with smoke and fire. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Holy crap, are live-action CS games this realistic now? Even the gunpowder smells so strong, it's just like the real thing."

So Xu Wenqing habitually reached out to touch the gun. He reached out and found a gun right next to him, but it wasn't the gun he usually used. It was a tattered Hanyang rifle, though it looked well-maintained.

Having served in the military for over ten years, Xu Wenqing, a military enthusiast after his retirement, was certainly familiar with the Hanyang rifle. His comrade-in-arms, Shouhou (whose father is Hou Min), was a leader in charge of logistics and equipment in the local armed police force. After Xu Wenqing's retirement, Shouhou often took him to the armed police training ground to play with guns. From new guns to old guns, Xu Wenqing had basically handled and played with every gun he could find in China, and he was quite good at them all.

Xu Wenqing felt dizzy and disoriented. He remembered going to play live-action CS with his friends, including Shouhou. During a firefight, when Xu Wenqing tried to flank the enemy, he lost his footing and fell off a cliff. He never expected to wake up in this smoke-filled battlefield.

After taking a quick look around at the people around me, I realized that Skinny Monkey was not among them, and I didn't see any of my other familiar companions either.

The surrounding scenery was clearly not the kind of place he was used to playing live-action CS; he didn't even know where he was.

But there's no time to worry about that now. The other side's people are already charging over. We have no choice but to fight. Fine, let's just fight first.

Xu Wenqing picked up the gun beside him, skillfully chambered a round, and then aimed at the opponent charging at the front before pulling the trigger.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the person opposite him had his head split open like a watermelon that had been hit, with red and white matter splattering everywhere.

"Captain, well done!"

Wow, there are actually people cheering on the sidelines, how real is that?

Xu Wenqing was so frightened that he almost dropped the gun on the ground. "No way, who's trying to frame me? There shouldn't be any live bullets in the gun. Which damned staff member didn't check properly and is trying to cause trouble? This CS player's gun is loaded with real bullets?"

Xu Wenqing was a little confused.

Isn't this just like playing live-action CS?

No, wait, is the scene on the other side a 3D effect from a computer?

Xu Wenqing was immediately dumbfounded.

Xu Wenqing carefully examined his surroundings and discovered that he was lying with seventeen or eighteen ragged men, clearly not dressed in modern clothes. He himself was wearing a traditional Chinese jacket, which, upon touching, appeared to be made of coarse cloth.

Don't you always wear camouflage when you play CS? When have you ever worn clothes made of rough cloth like this?

On the other side, charging forward, was a group of soldiers wearing peaked caps with the Kuomintang insignia on their heads, numbering about thirty or forty. Wasn't that the standard uniform of the White Army? It seems the enemy really went all out, making it so realistic.

It seems that in this battle, our side is clearly at a disadvantage. Besides the seventeen or eighteen men with guns around Xu Wenqing, there are more than a dozen people lying there. They have large bullet holes in their heads, chests and other places, and blood is still flowing out. However, some of them have already died.

"Please note, this is not a drill, this is war!"

At this moment, Xu Wenqing recalled a line from the TV series "Defend Moscow." No further explanation was needed; he understood he had encountered the most melodramatic scenario imaginable:

crossed.

The time, place, and people are all unknown. Let's deal with the immediate situation first and find out more later when we have the chance.

The most important thing now is to quickly take down the few enemies who are rushing up, and then run away with the group of men next to us.

Otherwise, bullets don't discriminate, and if I were to die again, who knows how long I'd be gone. At least this is still the age of firearms, and I can barely be considered a skilled gun user.

If I were to travel back to a time of cold weapons, such as the Qin, Han, or Tang dynasties, I would definitely be a pushover with my physique, and my chances of survival would probably be slim.

Xu Wenqing quickly assessed the situation he was facing, and immediately and without hesitation, picked up his gun and calmly began firing at the target opposite him.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

With each shot fired by Xu Wenqing, a White Army soldier fell as they charged forward.

The effect was definitely good; it was immediate. The situation between the enemy and ourselves was quickly reversed.

The White Army had already overwhelmed the small Red Army unit, but unexpectedly, a sharpshooter suddenly appeared on the Red Army's side, hitting his target every time and taking down several White Army soldiers with just a few shots.

The White Army soldiers who were charging forward had learned their lesson. They immediately lay down on the spot, raised their guns, and returned fire in Xu Wenqing's direction.

"These idiots actually think I'm a newbie?"

Xu Wenqing muttered to himself. In fact, after firing three shots, he had already changed positions according to the sniper's manual.

The battlefield was on a rocky hillside, so finding new cover was easy.

Having concealed himself, Xu Wenqing raised his gun again, aimed at the machine gunner opposite him, and fired a shot that immediately silenced the White Army's light machine gun.

"Get out!"

The person next to Xu Wenqing called out quietly.

"The regimental commander shot down the White Army's machine gun, let's run!"

Xu Wenqing scolded him impatiently:

"Why are you running? Just stay here and let me teach that white dog over there a lesson."

Following that, Xu Wenqing also killed the White Army's light machine gunner and ammunition handler, as well as White Army officers such as platoon leaders and squad leaders.

This small unit of the White Army was surprisingly stubborn. After Xu Wenqing killed several more of them, they finally couldn't hold on any longer and the entire unit collapsed. The White Army soldiers lying on the ground didn't care about anything else, got up immediately, turned around, and ran away as fast as they could.

Xu Wenqing kept firing after the White Army soldiers, taking down several more. To speed up their escape, the fleeing White Army soldiers threw away their guns, ammunition pouches, grenades, and some even threw away their shoes and uniforms, fleeing with their heads in their hands.

The dozen or so men lying next to Xu Wenqing were overjoyed.

Seventeen or eighteen ragged men, guns in hand, rushed out of the position and ran wildly in the direction the white dog had fled.

A man following behind Xu Wenqing tugged at Xu Wenqing's clothes. Xu Wenqing understood, shook his head at the man, and lay down on the spot, holding his gun and police equipment.

They ran across two mountain ridges in one go. Along the way, several more White Army soldiers were shot down by the pursuers. The fleeing White Army soldiers didn't bother to save them and only cared about escaping themselves.