Tu Qianjun sat on the earthen platform in front of the square with a gloomy expression, watching the men with rifles shouting and chasing a group of old men and women back and forth.

His forehead had already been wrapped with gauze. Although there was still a slight pain, there was no bleeding anymore.

At this time, he had already accepted the fact that he was now in 1927 AD and he suddenly turned fifteen years old. No matter what, he didn't accept it, because it was all right in front of him.

Damn it! Others who time travel are either princes or nobles! Or they jump off a cliff to gain experience, secrets, magic weapons, etc.! Why do I have to be shot when I time travel?!

"Young shopkeeper, Liu Fugui just blew you away with a fire on the building. Then let's..." The man who had just held Tu Qianjun walked up to him and asked.

"It needs to be fixed, it needs to be fixed, but the people don't care." Tu Qianjun didn't want to say anything at first, but he still added this sentence after looking at the old people and children who were shivering with holes in their clothes.

"Don't worry, young shopkeeper! Our 'Beifeng Hao' has always killed the rich and helped the poor! This time, Chai Laoliu from the bunker was forced to do something by Liu Fugui when he came here!" The man sniffed, looking very proud.

"When we fight, only a few gunners from Liu Fugui's family take over, and no one helps them! Why is this?! Or is it because our slogan of 'Beifeng Hao' is good! Everyone knows who we are!"

"Well... ok! Then do what you do..." Tu Qianjun said vaguely and ignored him.

Seeing that Tu Qianjun didn't say anything, the man touched his nose and went to shout to the group of men below to start identifying Liu Fugui's family members, loudly announcing their crimes, and then pulled them outside the fort and shot them to death.

Then, a bunch of men began to ransack the house of the dead classmate Liu Fugui who was killed by Tu Qianjun with one shot.

With the Mauser G98 in his hand, Tu Qianjun was now sure that this was indeed the 16th year of the Republic of China, 1927 AD.

Sighing deeply, Tu Qianjun patted his confused head.

Suddenly standing up, Tu Qianjun pointed at a man not far away who was shaking his head with a rifle and said: "You! Yes, just you! Come here!"

When the man saw Tu Qianjun calling him, he ran over in a hurry, nodded and hunched over and asked, "Young shopkeeper, what do you want me to do?"

"Do you have any cigarettes?!" As soon as he was free, Tu Qianjun, a long-time smoker, couldn't help it anymore.

"I...I didn't." The dog leg scratched the back of his head and said stupidly.

"What the hell! I wouldn't have looked for it without you?!" Tu Qianjun rolled his eyes vigorously, "Go and look in that...that Liu Fugui's pocket!"

"Hey!" When Gouji heard this, he quickly ran to the wall and turned the dead Liu Fugui over, rummaged around and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and also took the matches with a wink.

Up.

Taking out the cigarette and lighting it up, Tu Qianjun took a puff and tried to let his body adapt to the smell of the cigarette.

In the mist of smoke, Tu Qianjun narrowed his eyes, his expression was like an old vulture hovering on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There was a fierceness in his slightly narrowed eyes!

This kind of era is the most suitable for people like him who are used to mountains of corpses and seas of blood. There are no worries, no restrictions, and he is free to do whatever he wants!

In 1927, it won't be long before the Japanese pirates on the island country start to take action. Tu Qianjun sighed slightly. By then, all people will have made a choice for themselves, whether they are forced or voluntary.

Some people become heroes, and some people become lackeys. Some people destroy their families to serve their country, and some people betray their country for glory.

In more than ten years, tens of millions of people lived and died, and the fate of a nation! All the top-secret information that Tu Qianjun had come into contact with was no longer records on pieces of paper, no longer piles of numbers, stories and revelations.

Huang’s old photos, but real people!

In this helpless era, they risked their lives for their own nation! They poured their blood for the troubled motherland!

There was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in his nostrils, and the archive records he had read were swirling in Tu Qianjun's mind, and the restless and violent genes in Tu Qianjun's body were roaring continuously!

In his previous life, he was more than thirty years old, but in more than ten years of his life, he traveled thousands of miles, killed people without planning, and fought in thousands of battles...

My previous life... was made up of bullets, blood and dead bones. Tu Qianjun lowered his head and thought silently, in this case, why should I use their blood and bones again in this life?!

Not far away, the second shopkeeper, who was directing the boys to carry the oceans, gold bars, guns and grains from Liu Fugui's house, was sighing, he was worthy of being a big shopkeeper!

It was the first time I came out to take a job, and I did a great job! I was able to shoot out three spray canisters with three shots at a blind date, and I was also scratched a little. With this ability, I guess even a mountain with a radius of three hundred miles would not be able to do it.

The only one!

The big shopkeeper's nickname of "Tu Sanpao" was not in vain! Fei Yaozi, who had been in the private school for two days, felt that he was quite literate and said in his heart: A tiger father has no dog son!

The first time they came out to smash the kiln, it would have been great if many of the brats could run away without peeing their pants. But it was better for the young shopkeeper at home, who was not afraid and even dropped three spray cans! This is not easy!

Only by following such a hill can we make headway. Looking back, the second shopkeeper couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He was almost scared away by those three spray cans just now! The young shopkeeper is still amazing! He did the job without saying a word.

Yes! That’s beautiful!

Just as he was thinking this, the second shopkeeper turned around and met Tu Qianjun's fierce gaze! The second shopkeeper suddenly shuddered uncontrollably!

Under the flickering firelight, I saw the young shopkeeper holding a cigarette, squinting his eyes slightly, revealing a fierceness, and the teeth in his mouth were as pale as a skeleton reflected by the firelight...

Hey hey hey... what a good year... Tu Qianjun sighed with emotion, killing people and setting fires while doing what he is best at and most proud of. If the old company commander knew that I actually came to 1927, he would probably be envious and his eyes would turn green.

Lose.

Isn’t this old guy always bragging about how his old man was a ruthless man who drank from the Yalu River during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, beat up Ah San, and fought in Vietnam? The mountains of corpses and seas of blood were dripping with countless ruthless men. He himself also killed Vietnamese monkeys and exploded Ah San.

The three chrysanthemums are amazing. Every time you drink, you can blow them to me!

Just say it! What kind of virtue is it for you to look down upon those of us who haven’t caught up yet?!

Hehe... this time I came to 1927, and the young man who your old man fucked also did it once!

Since God has allowed me to come back once, I have to live up to this opportunity no matter what! Tu Qianjun fiercely blew out a burst of smoke from his nostrils! If I can't kill you bunch of bastards, I've fought more than ten battles in vain!

At this time, he didn't know that the smile just now scared his second shopkeeper's calves to cramps. Even the men with big and small beards next to him did not dare to look directly at Tu Qianjun.

Ordinarily, the second shopkeeper is also someone who has come through the storm! How could he be frightened by a fifteen-year-old kid?!

Little did he know that this fifteen-year-old body contained a soul that had been crawling in the sea of ​​blood for more than ten years. The blood brought out from the depths of the soul was not something that a mountain bandit like him could understand.

The future war is beyond the comprehension and imagination of a second shopkeeper who had a beard in Northeast China in 1927.

After countless aircraft and missiles are cleared at fixed points, the real ground battle begins. Various types of bullets, grenades, artillery shells and advanced individual weapons are devouring flesh and blood!

The second shopkeeper's most experience was in battles with hundreds of people, and the most powerful weapons he encountered were only the cannons in the fort, but what about Tu Qianjun?!

In the battle in Somalia, the number of people participating in the war plus the US military exceeded 5,000! Everyone had at least an AK47 in their hands, not to mention the equipment of the US military, including M16 automatic rifles, rifle grenades, grenades, squad machine guns, and

Helicopters and, in the end, even armored vehicles were dispatched!

But compared to the "Desert Storm" in Iraq, it was nothing more than a farcical battle. The number of casualties in such a battle exceeded 2,000!

Not to mention that Tu Qianjun traveled to thousands of battlefields as a mercenary, from Africa to the Middle East, from Asia to South America.

In more than ten years, more than a thousand battles, and dozens of serious injuries and near-deaths, he became the massacrer who made Delta pay a heavy price in Seattle.
Chapter completed!