Recently, there was a news in the mercenary world that the famous legendary gun god has died!

So, is the mercenary world gun god codenamed "Writer" really dead?

In a sense, he really died!

But in a sense, he did not die!

In August 1937, on the Baoshan position.

An artillery soldier who is known as a "master" died suddenly while sleeping for three days and three nights after fighting fiercely for three consecutive days and three days. He was occupied by the soul of the code-name "writer" from later generations.

That's right, the famous mercenary gun god walked into the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War with a lot of resentment and unwillingness.

He is really unwilling to give up!

"I miss me, Hu Yizhou, the famous legendary gun god, the top existence in the mercenary world, and the legendary figure in the underground world, how coquettish? How cool?"

"I didn't expect that I died under a car that was hit by a robber's car! I was really unwilling to give up!" Hu Yizhou opened his eyes and roared silently at the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of sharp shells flying from far to near.

"Chee..."

"I……"

"boom……"

"Depend on!"

The tragic "writer" comrade, in the first minute of traveling to the Anti-Japanese War, had not seen the Japanese face before he could see the Japanese's small cannonballs.

"Do not to escape the cannon!!!" I didn't know who shouted.

"Master! Hurry up, medical soldiers! The master was blown up! Come on!" Hu Yizhou shouted.

With this shouting, some bald soldiers who were quickly entering the anti-cannon hole to avoid cannons were stunned. Then, several bald soldiers with quick skills rushed to Hu Yizhou, carried him on their backs and rushed into Baoshan City!

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"Where is this?" Hu Yizhou, who had not known how long he had slept, suddenly woke up.

"Oh..." The fat man, who looked up suddenly, suddenly felt that his head had hit somewhere, and he fell down again in pain.

"No? Didn't you shouted me just now?" Hu Yizhou wanted to sit up again.

After learning from the lesson just now, he was about to get up slowly this time, but suddenly he couldn't use his strength all over and could only move his head at will.

"Where is this? I remember that I seemed to have traveled through time? I just got shot from here? I'm nicknamed Master?" Hu Yizhou, who was lying on the bed, muttering to himself, not even bothering to open his eyes. It seemed that a soul had wiped out all the vigilance formed when he was a mercenary and military rabbit.

"You are at the medical station! Your name is Hu Zhou! You can still talk, are you dizzy? How much is this?" A beautiful female voice suddenly appeared in her ears, and Hu Yizhou finally opened her eyes.

What caught my eye was a roof with beams, purlins, reed foils, and there was a spider web on the roof. When my eyes floated to the right, I saw a dim, filled with pungent smell of blood and alcohol.

Although the room was dark, you could still see white and red everywhere. The white ones were bed sheets and bandages, and the red ones were blood-stained sheets and bandages. Several wounded soldiers were lying on the bed, wailing, as if sighing about the injustice of fate and the misfortune of the nation!

A ray of sunlight was worn on the ground. Looking up, the thick adobe wall was covered with wooden lattice windows, and window paper was also pasted on the window. The sunlight shone in through the holes in the window paper.

"What are you talking about? What's this?" The beautiful female voice sounded again, with a little impatientness.

A fair finger suddenly appeared in front of Hu Yizhou, with some alcohol smell.

"This...how am I here? I'm hospitalized?"

Hu Yizhou finally recovered, turned his head slightly, and saw a woman in her twenties in a white nurse's clothes rubbing her forehead with one hand and reaching her with the other hand in front of her.

It is obvious that I just felt a headache and I was touching someone.

"I'm sorry, Miss Nurse!" The fat man said politely in Mandarin.

"No! I'm not a big lady! My name is February, and I'm a nurse at the nurse station! How do you feel? How many of them are there? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is it dizzy or not? Also, why do you speak strangely? The accent of Peking is not like that of Peking, and it's still awkward!"

Facing a fair finger that reached in front of him again, Hu Yizhou felt helpless. He closed his eyes again as the nurse February said with a strong Shanghai accent.

"This is a finger. My eyes are fine, my head is not dizzy, but I can't use my strength! Also, I'm speaking Mandarin. Didn't your teacher teach you?" After Hu Yizhou finished speaking, he remembered that this was the period of the Anti-Japanese War. Mandarin had not been formed, Chinese characters had not been simplified, and even the Chinese pinyin had not appeared yet!

"Mandarin? I haven't heard it before! Where is it? I know in Pudong! Well, don't dizzy? I can't use my strength? What's going on? Xiao Ji...Dr. Cui, Dr. Cui! The master woke up and said yes..."

After a rushing sound of running, the room became quiet, leaving only a scent of alcohol.

"Is this the hospital now? The conditions are too simple, right? I remember that the community hospitals in my hometown are much better than here! And... At this time, no penicillin appeared... the injured wounded can only suffocate! Sulfonamide... There is a Japanese... It seems that synthesis is not difficult... What does this string of letters mean? Synthesis formulas and crafts?"

Hu Yizhou turned his head and saw a row of hospital beds and a simple environment lying on the side. Not only was he lamenting the difficulties of the anti-Japanese period. But at the same time, a series of synthesis formulas and production processes of sulfonamide flashed through his mind.

"What's going on? I've seen this before! Haven't you forgotten it almost? Why do you remember it again? Ah... I'm so sleepy, sleep for a while! I guess the fit of this body is not good! I've read it in the past like this!"

Hu Yizhou felt the fatigue in his body, thought about the problems that were happening now, and gradually fell asleep...

"Boom...boom..." A faint sound of cannons came from afar.

"Woo...And..." The sound of the plane was clearly visible.

"Da da da da da...b..." The sound of the machine gun rifle can be vaguely heard.

However, Hu Yizhou slept so hard that he had no response.

"Miss... he woke up just now? Why did he go to bed again?" February's voice rang.

"Let him sleep! He is too tired depending on the situation! The Japanese attacked for three days and three nights, and we held on for three days and three nights! Everyone can rest, but he is the only artillery soldier in our battalion! He can't rest! Now it seems that as long as his brain is not dizzy and his body has no internal injuries, he will be cured when he wakes up!"

A female doctor in her twenties glanced at the young face of the twenty-year-old on the hospital bed and sighed.

It is the war time, and she can't remember how many such faces have disappeared in the war. As a military doctor, all she can do is to treat the wounded as much as possible. If they can't save them, they can only watch them leave! After seeing them for too long, their hearts will become hard.

"Miss, you should go to sleep for a while too! You haven't closed your eyes all day and night!" February urged.

"Okay! Please help me stare! Also, this is not at home, I want to call me Dr. Cui!" Dr. Cui looked at the little maid who had grown up with him in a roar.

"I understand...Doctor Cui..." February yawned.

"February, February! Hurry, this is Xiaoyong from the third company. One of his legs was blown off. See if he can still save him!" A rumbling footsteps sounded in the yard.

February and Dr. Cui looked at each other and said that saving people is important, so you don’t want to sleep…

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The conversation between the two was right in Hu Yizhou's ears, but Hu Yizhou didn't react at all.

Because, he was indeed asleep.

To be precise, he is receiving some memories.

Memories about the original owner's artilleryman named "Master".

The reason why Hu Yizhou can't use his strength is because the degree of fit between the soul and the body has not yet reached, and is now in a fit.

Therefore, Hu Yizhou accepted the original owner's memory while sleeping.

Not only does he have the original owner's memory, but even some information he remembered or did not remember before was presented in his memory one by one.

This kind of thing cannot be explained by science, but it just happened...

The next day, when it was just dawn, Hu Yizhou on the bed suddenly sat up.

He first looked around blankly and found that he was still in the room when he woke up. The wounded who were still wailing quietly were lying there.

Seeing this scene, Hu Yizhou felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he was accustomed to killing countless people and was used to seeing life and death, he was always touched when he saw such young soldiers losing their lives!

"I'm all bleeding for this nation..." Hu Yizhou felt a little headache.

After rubbing his swollen temples, he put on his military uniform with difficulty and stood on the ground. Although he had been sleeping for so long, his body was still not satisfactory and his strength could not be used.

He held his hand on the edge of the bed, did a few push-ups with difficulty, then turned his body on the spot, and made a military punch...

More than ten minutes later...

Hu Yizhou was extremely satisfied with his gradually adapting to the young body full of strength. At least in this era, he no longer had to train this body, which saved a lot of trouble!

"From today on, I'm Hu Yizhou! I'm no longer Hu Zhou!" Hu Yizhou was not satisfied with the original owner's name and replaced it with his own name!

"The family conditions of this body are very complicated...the experience is also rich... "Forget it, no matter it, let's think about how to survive this mortal mortality!" Hu Yizhou's eyes became firm.

Because, a movie he once watched called "The Defender" tells the story of a collective death to his country in a camp in Baoshan County!

Hu Yizhou doesn’t want to die! Whether it is the “writer” of the mercenary gun god or the original “master” of the body, they don’t want to die!

Especially, both of them have "dead" once, and they don't want to die even more!

"By the way, let's take a look at my equipment first! I remember that the original owner had a leather bag that never leaves his body, which was given by his uncle who had something to do with Bald man! I can't remember what it was inside!"

Hu Yizhou turned around and found a black wooden leather bag hanging on the wall.

"Pu" The lock on the bag was opened, and Hu Yizhou saw what was inside.
Chapter completed!