In the 21st century, life has taken action against Wang Yu.

After losing his job, the landlord also urged him to pay the rent. His girlfriend also thought he was poor and ran away with a bald uncle. His mother was also critically ill and hospitalized, and she urgently needed a large amount of medical expenses.

And all of this revolves around a core, money!

Money is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money!

On a rainy night, Wang Yu, who was collapsed, stood on the bridge, cursing God, and venting his dissatisfaction.

suddenly!

A flash of lightning cut through the night sky!

[Because you complain too much, you will be exiled to the world of "Bright Sword"!]

【Achievement Point 0】

【Material Point 0】

【Strength 1】

【Endurance 1】

【Speed ​​1】

【Non-ability】

[Get material points and achievement points by performing tasks or killing enemies. Material points can be exchanged for resources such as weapons and equipment from the system. When you collect 1 million achievement points, you will be sent back to your world and you will receive a bonus of 10 million.]

【Note: Death in the ‘Bright Sword’ world will represent your eternal death.】

Wang Yu looked at the text message that suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of his gaze, with a little joy in shock.

Especially when he saw that he had ten million, he felt a little excited.

Ten million, it’s something that little man like him dare not even think about!

"It seems that I have also caught up with the 21st century time travel trend!"

According to statistics, millions of people traveled through time in the 21st century.

Someone went to the Qin Dynasty and became Qin Shihuang!

Someone went to the Song Dynasty and became a eunuch!

Someone went to another world of cultivation and became a big shot in the world!

Someone went to a different continent and became such a terrifying waste streamer!

And he actually penetrated into the anti-Japanese world with "drawing the sword"!

"Haha, maybe I have become Li Yunlong!"

Looking at the battlefield where wars were flying in front of him, Wang Yu was a little complacent for a moment.

In February 1940, the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army was surrounded by the Japanese army in northwestern Shanxi. In order to cover the transfer of the division headquarters and field hospitals, the 386th Brigade killed one of the first columns and fought fiercely with more than 3,000 Japanese troops on three hills in the main position of Cangyunling!

Zhao Youyi, the platoon leader of the second row of the first battalion of the new first regiment, lay on the cold pile of soil in the trench, picked up the seized 38 cover, aimed at a Japanese man at three points and one line, knocked him down with one shot, pulled the bolt and pulled the bullet shell out, and reloaded the bullet. The action was natural and very quick.

Suddenly he saw Wang Yu being in place stupidly, with all his upper body poking out of the trenches, as if he was scared to death.

Listening to the whimpering sound of shells coming from above his head, he secretly shouted "Not good" and rushed towards Wang Yu.

"Look down!"

Zhao Youyi shouted and threw Wang Yu into the trench, and the shells landed next to the trench.

The soil caused by the explosion almost buried the two of them alive!

Shaking off the soil on his body, Zhao Youyi grabbed Wang Yu's collar condescendingly and slapped the latter twice in the face.

Bang...bang!

"Are you fucking fucking silly standing as a living target? Hurry up and beat me!"

Blood dripped on Wang Yu's face, and Zhao Youyi realized that a piece of his ear was cut off by shrapnel!

Pushing Wang Yu away, he grabbed a handful of soil and wiped it on his ear, stopped the blood for the time being, raised the 38th cover in his hand, and continued to aim at the Japanese rushing up.

Zhao Youyi slapped two times on his face, and Wang Yu felt the pain on his face as if he had been slapped by a wire brush.

These two slaps also made him sober.

"I am not Li Yunlong in love..."

The Eighth Route Army soldier in a gray military uniform held the 38th cover and kept shooting at the Japanese rushing from afar.

Although they were hidden in the trenches and shooting, people continued to fall.

Hit by a bullet and flew away by a shell...

On the positions filled with smoke, there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. A corpse was lying in three or two steps, including the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese.

An Eighth Route Army soldier was blown off his legs by a shell, and his thighs were connected by a slight strong muscles and hung behind him, but he still lay on a corpse, raised the 38th cover in his hand, and pointed the gun at the Japanese!

boom!

A cannonball fell beside him, lifting him away, and then landed four or five meters away like a tattered sack...

Wang Yu was so scared that he felt that he had completely underestimated the tasks given by the system and underestimated the cruelty of the Anti-Japanese War.

As a qualified post-90s generation, his understanding of the Japanese war of aggression against China comes from film and television dramas, but this does not mean that his understanding is nothing more than that.

On TV, the commander of the Eighth Route Army was undyed and his hair was greasy and shiny. Even when facing the siege of the Japanese devils, he was eating Western food in an orderly manner.

There are also scenes of shocking men tearing up Japanese men, buns, grenades, and planes.

Without ten years of cerebral thrombosis, such a TV series cannot be produced!

Wang Yu guessed that if possible, the protagonists of those TV series would have traveled through time.

But if you make a TV series and insult everyone's IQ when you broadcast it is your wrong.

And the film and television dramas that are close to reality are probably just a few hands, and the sword is one of them.

But no matter how real the film and television is, it is finally separated by a layer of screen, and cannot interpret the cruelty at this moment.

The roar of shells bursting, the whimpering of bullets, the clatter of machine gun shooting, the wailing of pain, and the angrily shouting, gathered into a tragic symphony, impacting Wang Yu's soul over and over again.

"Damn it, no matter what happened to him, let's do a few Japanese first!"

Wang Yu had red eyes, picked up a 38-large cover under his feet, aimed at the Japanese who were rushing and retreating in the distance, and hugged the trigger.

Bang!

After the gunshot, the Japanese were not injured at all...

However, the huge recoil of the Sanba Large Cover was applied to the butt stock and hit his shoulder heavily, like a strong man punching him hard and almost fell to the ground.

For Wang Yu, who was born in a peaceful era, he didn't know that not only had to put the butt in front of his shoulder when shooting a gun, but also had to use all his strength to press the butt on his shoulder hard.

At this moment, he didn't care about his sore shoulders, and once again twisted and pushed the bullet into the chamber, took a deep breath, aimed and shot!

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The warhead hit the Japanese's feet, which scared the Japanese so much that they were shocked. They took two steps at a time, and they ran even more happily.

"Caint, Wang Yu, Wang Yu, you are so fucking useless!"

Wang Yu cursed, wishing he could slap himself.

On the other hand, the platoon leader Zhao Youyi, who was around him, shot one Japanese on average two or three times. At this time, three Japanese have already lost their lives!

Wang Yu pulled the bolt and loaded it again, but found that there was only one bullet left in the gun.

"Damn it, if a man doesn't know how to shoot, forget it!"

He followed Zhao Youyi's appearance and lay on the pile of soil in the trench. His left elbow joint rubbed a small hole in the hard pile of soil to stabilize his arms and minimize shaking as much as possible.

Bang!

The gunshots, and Wang Yu lowered his head decadently, because before he can aim, his frozen fingers and tense nerves, he hugged the trigger in advance...

Well, that's right, this is how the weak find reasons for themselves.

"Ding, kill one of the Japanese soldiers!"

【Achievement Point 1】

【Material Point 1】

[Get the Sniper Scroll - Certified]

[Note: After the warrior certifies the military scroll, it can obtain the corresponding military skill experience and physical fitness parameters based on the host skill level.]

【Unlock sniper skills】

【Sniper Skill Level 1】

【Strength 1】

【Endurance 1】

Wang Yu looked at the holographic screen on the upper right side of his gaze in confusion, and messages were popping up.

"What's going on? Did the blind cat meet a dead mouse?"

He looked up at the Japanese in the distance, and had already fallen to the ground, his chest was scarlet.

Looking at a stone the size of a millstone in front of the Japanese, he thought that it must have been a bullet hitting the stone. After bounced up, he killed the Japanese by chance!

As the system unlocks the sniper skills, Wang Yu felt that something was more in his mind, and his hand holding the 38th-large cover had a vague sense of familiarity.

However, there were no bullets in the gun, and the Japanese failed to charge, and they gradually withdrew from the range, so there was no way for him to verify himself.

"It seems that the Japanese have been beaten away for the time being!"

Wang Yu breathed a little relieved and sat on the trench behind him.

Zhao Youyi didn't think so. Seeing the Japanese army leaving, he still looked tense and shouted at the soldiers around him:

"Lying down and hiding!"

Then he grabbed the collar of the new recruit Wang Yu beside him, and rolled and fell into the trench.

Almost at the same time, several shells fell around and exploded.

The Japanese army failed to charge. In order to prevent the Eighth Route Army from pursuing victory, they would use mortars to bomb the Eighth Route Army positions after retreating.

Wang Yu didn't know about this. If Zhao Youyi hadn't been by his side, he would have been dead several times.

The shells kept falling around, and the soil was flying, as if they were going to bury everyone in the trenches.

Wang Yu leaned in the trench with his butt sticking out, holding his head with both hands, and the roaring shells exploded the sandbags on the trench and hit him.

After a while, the shells gradually decreased.

After a while, there was no movement at all, Wang Yu pushed away the sandbag and shook the soil on his body.

"Grandma, I almost buried alive!"

Around the surroundings, all living comrades leaned against the earth walls of the trenches and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is the platoon leader?"

Wang Yu looked around and saw Zhao Youyi's figure.

Suddenly, he saw that there was a person pressing under the soil and sandbags not far from him, with one arm exposed outside the soil.

Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped on his waist three steps and walked over in two steps.

That's right, this palm-leaf-like big hand is a platoon leader, and the calluses on it are very lumps and slapped him twice in the face just now.

"Plane leader!"

Wang Yu shouted, grabbed the platoon leader's arm, trying to pull him out of the soil.

With a sudden force, he sat on the ground.

He grabbed the platoon leader's arm in his hand, and there was still a little warmth on it. The thick white bones at the fractured mouth formed a sharp contrast with the scarlet blood.

Obviously it was caused by the bombing just now!

"Plane leader!"

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he let out a sad cry with red eyes, knelt on the side of the mound of soil and digged with bare hands, allowing the stone shrapnel to scratch his fingers, completely unaware.

Hearing the sound, the Eighth Route Army soldiers around him hurriedly came over and digged together.

Finally, Zhao Youyi was dug out of the mound, and the sanitation officer briefly bandaged him, saving his life for the time being.

Looking at Wang Yu's slightly red eyes, he cursed weakly:

"Damn it, if you cry, I will kill you, there will be no cowards in the New Group!"

Sure enough, Li Yunlong was a wild wolf, and his soldiers were also a group of wild wolves, a group of screaming wild wolves!

Even if he cut off his arm, he did not destroy Zhao Youyi's will!

This is the twelfth time that the New First Regiment has repelled the Japanese's charge. This time, 71 casualties were killed and 153 Japanese were annihilated.

bite!

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