Recently, there is news in the mercenary world that the famous legendary gun master has died!

So, is the mercenary gunsmith codenamed "Writer" really dead?

In a sense, he really died!

But in a sense, he did not die!

August 1937, Songhu, Baoshan position.

An artilleryman known as "The Master" died suddenly in his sleep after fighting fiercely for three days and three nights, and was possessed by the soul of a codename "Writer" from later generations.

That's right, the famous mercenary gunsmith came to the anti-Japanese battlefield with full of resentment and unwillingness.

He is really unwilling!

"Think of me, Hu Yizhou, the famous legendary gunman, the top being in the mercenary world, and a legend in the underground world. How awesome? How cool?"

"Unexpectedly, I died under a car that was hit by a robber's car! I am really unwilling!" Hu Yizhou opened his eyes and roared silently at the sky.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of flying cannonballs came from far and near.

"Chirp..."

"I……"

"boom……"

"Depend on!"

The miserable Comrade "Writer", in the first minute he traveled to the anti-Japanese battlefield, he saw the Japanese's cannonballs before he even saw their faces.

"Hide from the cannon!!!" I don't know who shouted.

"Master! Hurry, medics! Master has been bombed! Come quickly!" shouted the comrades in front of Hu Yizhou.

Following this shouting, some bald soldiers who were quickly entering the artillery cave to hide from the artillery were stunned. Then, several agile bald soldiers quickly ran to Hu Yizhou, carried him on their backs, and rushed into Baoshan City.

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"Where is this?" Hu Yizhou suddenly woke up after not knowing how long he had slept.

"Oops..." The fat man raised his head suddenly and suddenly felt his head hit something, and the pain made him fall down again.

"Isn't it right? I didn't scream "Ouch" just now!" Hu Yizhou tried to sit up again.

Having learned the lesson just now, he prepared to get up slowly this time, but suddenly his whole body was unable to exert any strength, and only his head could move at will.

"This? Where is it? I remember that I seemed to have traveled through time? I just came across and got shot? My nickname is Master?" Hu Yizhou, who was lying on the bed, muttered to himself, not even bothering to open his eyes.

, it seems that a soul piercing has worn away all the vigilance I developed when I was a mercenary and military rabbit.

"You are at the medical station! Your name is Hu Zhou! Can you still speak? Are you dizzy? What time is this?" A clear female voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Hu Yizhou finally opened his eyes.

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

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Although the room was dim, you could still see white and red everywhere. The white ones were sheets and bandages, and the red ones were blood-stained sheets and bandages. Several wounded soldiers lay on the bed and wailed, seeming to lament the injustice of their fate.

And the misfortune of the nation!

A ray of sunlight penetrated the ground. Looking up, I saw that there were wooden lattice windows on the thick adobe wall, and the windows were also covered with window paper. The sunlight shone in through the holes in the window paper.

"I'm asking you a question! What time is this?" The clear female voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience.

A white finger suddenly appeared in front of Hu Yizhou's eyes, smelling of alcohol.

"This...why am I here? Hospitalized?"

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

Obviously, the pain I felt on my forehead just now was caused by someone touching it.

"I'm sorry, nurse!" Hu Yizhou said politely in Mandarin.

"Don't! I'm not some popular lady! My name is February, and I'm a nurse at the nurse station! How do you feel? What time is this? Do you feel any discomfort? Are you dizzy? Also, why do you speak so strangely?

?The Peking accent is not like the Peking accent, it’s also very awkward!”

Facing a white finger that stretched out in front of his eyes again, Hu Yizhou felt helpless. He then closed his eyes again when he listened to the nurse's words in February with a thick Shanghainese accent.

"This is a finger. There is nothing wrong with my eyes, and I am not dizzy. I just can't use my strength! Also, I am speaking Mandarin. Didn't your teacher teach you?" After Hu Yizhou finished speaking, he remembered this

During the Anti-Japanese War, Mandarin had not yet been formed, Chinese characters had not been simplified, and even Chinese pinyin had not yet appeared!

"Mandarin? I've never heard of it! Where is Mandarin? I know Pudong! Well, you're not dizzy? You can't use your strength? What's going on? Xiaoji... Doctor Cui, Doctor Cui! The master woke up and said yes

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After a burst of running sounds, the room became quiet, leaving only a scent of alcohol.

"Is this the current hospital? Is the condition too simple? I remember that the community hospitals in my hometown were much better than here! And... there was no penicillin at this time... the injured had no choice but to suffer.

! Sulfonamide... The devils have it... It seems that synthesis is not difficult... What does this string of letters mean? The synthesis formula and process?"

Hu Yizhou turned his head and saw a row of hospital beds filled with wounded people and a simple environment. He was not only lamenting the hardships during the Anti-Japanese War. But at the same time, a series of synthetic formulas and production processes for sulfa flashed through his mind.

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"What's going on? I've seen this before! Haven't you almost forgotten it a long time ago? Why do you remember it again? Ah... I'm so sleepy, sleep a little longer! I guess this body fits well.

Not yet! The ones I saw before were all written like this!"

Hu Yizhou felt the physical fatigue, secretly thinking about the current problems, and gradually fell asleep...

"Boom...boom..." There was a faint sound of artillery in the distance.

"Woo...ang..." The sound of the plane was clearly audible.

"Click, click, click..." The sound of machine guns and rifles could be heard vaguely.

However, Hu Yizhou was so fast asleep that he didn't respond.

"Miss...he clearly woke up just now? Why did he fall asleep again?" Yue Yue's voice sounded.

"Let him sleep! It depends on the situation. He is just too tired! The Japanese attacked for three days and three nights, and we held on for three days and three nights! Everyone else can rest, but he is the only artilleryman in our battalion! But he can't rest! Look now

Come on, as long as his head is not dizzy and his body has no internal injuries, it will be fine if he wakes up!"

A female doctor in her twenties glanced at the young face of a man in his twenties on the hospital bed and sighed.

Now is the time of war. She has lost count of how many faces like this have disappeared in the flames of war. As a military doctor, what you can do is try your best to rescue the wounded. Those who cannot be rescued can only watch them leave!

The more you see, the harder your heart becomes.

"Miss, you should go get some sleep too! You haven't slept all day and all night!" Yue Yue urged.

"Okay! Keep an eye on it for me! Also, this is not at home, you have to call me Dr. Cui!" Dr. Cui looked at the maid who had grown up with him angrily and said.

"I know... Doctor Cui..." Er Yue yawned.

"February, February! Come on, this is Xiaoyong from the third company. One of his legs was broken by a bomb. Let's see if he can be saved!" A rumble of footsteps sounded in the yard.

Er Yue and Dr. Cui looked at each other. It was more important to save people, so don't even think about falling asleep...

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

Because, he did fall asleep.

To be precise, he is receiving some memories.

About the memory of the original owner, the artilleryman called "Master".

The reason why Hu Yizhou can't exert all his strength now is because the fit between the soul and the body has not yet been reached, and is now being matched.

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

Not only the memory of the original owner, but also some of the information he had seen before or that he had not remembered were also presented in his memory one by one.

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

At dawn the next day, Hu Yizhou suddenly sat up on the bed.

He first looked around blankly and found that he was still in the same room when he first woke up. The wounded who were still wailing softly at that time were already lying there silently.

Seeing this scene, Hu Yizhou felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he has killed countless people and is used to seeing life and death, seeing so many young soldiers lose their lives always touches his heart!

"They are all bleeding for this nation..." Hu Yizhou felt a little headache.

Rubbing his swollen temples, he put on his military uniform with difficulty and moved to stand on the ground. Even after sleeping for so long, he still couldn't control his body as well as he could, and he still couldn't exert his strength.

He put his hands on the edge of the bed, did a few push-ups with difficulty, turned his body on the spot, and performed a set of military boxing...

More than ten minutes later...

Feeling the young body full of strength that he gradually adapted to, Hu Yizhou was extremely satisfied. At least in this era, he no longer has to train this body, which saves a lot of things!

"From today on, I am Hu Yizhou! I will no longer be Hu Zhou!" Hu Yizhou was not satisfied with the original owner's name, so he replaced it with his own name!

"The family conditions of this body are very complicated... and the experience is very rich... "Forget it, forget about it, let's think about how to survive this fatal situation first!" Hu Yizhou's eyes were firm.

stand up.

Because, he once watched a movie called "The Defender", which told the story of a camp in Baoshan County that collectively died for the country!

Hu Yizhou doesn’t want to die! Whether he is the mercenary gunsmith “writer” or the original artillery “master” with a physical body, they don’t want to die!

Especially since these two people have "died" once, they don't want to die anymore!

"By the way, let's take a look at my equipment first! I remember that the original owner had a leather bag that never left his body. It was given to him by his uncle who had some connections with Bald Man! I can't remember what's in it!"

Hu Yizhou turned around and found a black leather bag with wood lining and cowhide hanging on the wall.

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