Chapter 2 Time Travel (This chapter is free)

"Wow..." Why am I still in the sky? When I regained consciousness, I was surprised to find that I was still falling in the air. Did everything I just now be an illusion? Everything I just fell into the hole was a dream?

But soon I realized something was wrong, because I had fallen heavily to the ground and felt a burst of choking pain in my chest. But I knew very well that this was not serious. Compared with the pain that I vomited stomach acid just now, it was like being bitten by a mosquito.

"There is a ghost..."

"Don't move! Raise your hands!"

...

There were screams, shouts, and gun bolts. Before I could open my eyes, there was a mess around.

I opened my eyes in confusion, and instinctively sat upright and jumped up. Taking advantage of the gray sky, I was surprised to find myself standing in a big pit, wearing a cotton jacket and a military cap under my feet, which looked like a corpse. Could this be true! I thought to myself that the only corpse I have seen since I was a child was when my grandfather passed away. But seeing the pale faces of these "corpses" did not seem fake. I kicked "them" a few times to make sure they were dead or alive.

"Don't move..."

"You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Following the sound, I looked up and found that the dirt pit was already full of people of the same outfit, and... they all held guns at me, with old-fashioned rifles, and I recognized that most of them were 38 large covers.

"Who are you? Where is this place?" I asked in confusion.

The reason why a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger is because the calf has never seen how fierce a tiger is. Similarly, I have never seen a gun and I don’t know how powerful the gun is. Facing the black muzzle in front of me, I didn’t feel scared at all, although I knew I should feel scared at this time. So I thought for half a minute, thinking about whether I should pretend to be afraid...

"Hurry, drag him up..." After a while, a veteran with wrinkles on his face but bright eyes first reacted: "Little Shandong, go call the company commander and instructor, there is a living here."

"Get a blanket..." After several people dragged me and pushed me out of the pit, the veteran quickly covered me with a blanket and rubbed me quickly through the blanket.

I was tossed by them like a puppet, my head was blank. What's wrong with me? I'm not dreaming! It was summer just now, but I still remember wearing short-sleeved shirts. Why are there white snow everywhere now? I'm wearing this muscular cotton jacket, and these old-fashioned rifles that can only be seen in movies and museums...

"The company commander is here"

"Where is the person? Where is it?" His voice was thick and slightly hoarse.

“Here…”

Before he finished speaking, a face with a national font appeared in front of me.

"Comrade, comrade..." He looked me up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief after knowing that I was not seriously injured, stood up and smiled, "Comrade, we almost buried you alive... I'm so sorry."

Then he quickly raised his face again and pointed his fingers in the air: "What are you doing? Is it buried if you die or not? Is it just a matter of touching it if you are angry or not? How can you complete the revolutionary work so carelessly!"

"We touched it, and it seemed that we were exhausted..." The veteran whispered with shame, his expression like a child who was discovered by stealing food.

"Then this living person is still fake now!" The company commander was even more angry when he heard this, and his eyes were as big as a lantern.

"Company Commander... I heard that there is someone else who is alive?" This was a slightly scholarly voice.

"Instructor, you're here just right." The company commander's face slowed down and said to the young man who was jogging all the way: "Look at them, if such a big thing happened, if we really want to bury our comrades alive, how can I explain it to my superiors!"

"Ling Zhang (company commander)." A Shandong accent interrupted, "If you really want to bury it, how can that superior know..."

"Little Shandong is not messy." The person who was called the instructor's face darkened and he quickly gave an order: "Hurry, check it again. We must not sacrifice our comrades for nothing because of our negligence in our work. Our comrades will die! They must also die on the battlefield, and must not die at the hands of our own people."

"yes……"

Company Commander? Instructor? Comrade? Battlefield? Old-style rifles...

My head was in chaos, and I looked at this person and that person in a daze. I could hear every word they said in Chinese very clearly, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. The picture in front of me seemed to have a familiar feeling, oh... I remembered that before I went to North Korea for an interview, I had checked a lot of information about the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

I have a habit, that is, before every interview, I will check the past and present of the interviewee as much as possible. The people in front of me and these equipment are very similar to the Chinese People's Volunteer Army I saw in the information. Could it be that...

"Comrade, comrade..." A few shouts interrupted my thoughts. The person called the instructor said to me with apologies: "Comrade, it is our negligence to find that you are still alive. I will ask the superior organization to punish us. Which company are you from? Let's go on the road with us, and we will take you back to the team!"

"Which company is from?" I still couldn't figure out the situation, and asked in a confused look on my face, "What's going on?"

The instructor and the company commander looked at each other and explained to me: "That's right, comrade, you froze to death last night... Oh, it should be said that it was frozen to death. Our company is responsible for burying the frozen comrades. We will soon go to chase the large army. Comrade, which company are you from?"

"You... are you a volunteer army?" I looked at the people around me hesitantly, but still couldn't believe this fact: "You are the Chinese People's Volunteer Army?"

After a silence, everyone looked at me with a strange look.

After a long time, the veteran walked up to the instructor and whispered: "Instructor, I heard that someone will forget who he is after being injured. Do you think this comrade's brain is frozen and he doesn't even know who he is?"

The instructor hesitated for a moment, nodded in agreement with this statement, and then walked straight to me and asked, "Comrade, do you remember which company I belong to?

I shook my head laughingly and cryingly when I was regarded as an amnesia man.

"Remember who you are? Your name?"

"My name is Cui Wei."

"Okay." The instructor nodded, as if he had a secret breath of relief. It seemed that he was still worried that I had become a fool.
Chapter completed!