In the winter sunshine, Wang Yan was huddling in the corner of the wall and shivering.

After waking up, I went from the student dormitory of a third-rate university to the world of bright swords. Do you dare to believe it?

It would be fine to travel to the world where the sword was drawn in the TV series, but he even entered the prisoner-of-war camp and became a defeated and captured Central Army officer. What should I say?

The most unlucky thing is not this.

Other time travelers have various benefits, but he has nothing but one card.

Wang Yan subconsciously spread his right hand and saw a dark purple card lying on his palm.

The front is painted with exquisite patterns, two figures are entangled, one of whom locks one of the arm of the other using the cross fixture in Jiu-jitsu.

There are five simple seal characters on the back: Cross-Shi Kumama.

Under these five seal characters, there is also a red pattern.

This red pattern looks like a button? Wang Yan subconsciously pressed it down.

In an instant, a current flowed from the card through his fingertips throughout his body, and then a large amount of information poured into his mind like a tide.

"Damn!"

Wang Yan subconsciously wanted to get rid of the card.

The card suddenly turned into a spot of light and dissipated in the air.

In a blink of an eye, the cards disappeared invisible, but Wang Yan's mind had memories of Crossfire out of thin air. It felt like he had practiced Crossfire for decades!

"Hey, go there." A arrogant voice suddenly rang out.

When Wang Yan heard the sound, he looked up and saw that there was an extra figure in front of him.

This is a big tall man, at least 1.85 meters tall, with a big shoulder and a round waist.

Although it was winter, I was only wearing a thin military uniform. The military uniform was dirty and torn, and covered with blood. It was obviously not washed for a long time and emitted a stinky smell.

The most eye-catching thing is the other party's blue-black bald head.

A line of small words immediately popped up in front of Wang Yan's eyes: Wei Dayong, Sergeant-team leader of the 72nd Division of the Central Army.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Dayong glared at Wang Yan and said impatiently, "Get out."

"Why?" Wang Yan stared at Wei Dayong coldly, "If you want to bask in the sun, find the place yourself."

"I just like you, facing the sun, sheltered from the wind." Wei Dayong said in a arrogant tone, "If you know the truth, hurry up and get aside for me, otherwise I will beat you up."

"You beat me up."

Wang Yan was furious. Is it easy to bully me if I really think I am a little bully?

If you just gain the ability to master the Cross, you will practice it first.

"Do you think I dare not?" Wei Dayong grabbed Wang Yan's collar with his chest.

Wang Yan felt a strong force coming from his chest. This guy was so strong!

At this time, the memory of the cross solid that I just obtained works.

Wang Yan twisted his waist almost like a conditioned reflex, and his body soared into the air. His long legs locked Wei Dayong's neck and chest like scissors.

Wei Dayong grabbed Wang Yan's right arm, but was fixed between Wang Yan's legs.

Wei Dayong was caught off guard and fell into trouble.

"Dong!" The two people who lost their center of gravity fell heavily on the ground, and dust splashed everywhere.

The prisoners of war who were basking in the sun turned their heads and looked over. Seeing that Wei Dayong was locked by Wang Yan, he couldn't help but look shocked. How could it be?

Monk Wei is a tyrant in the prisoner-of-war camp!

At the beginning, Wei Dayong wanted to break free from Wang Yan's control.

However, Wang Yan just pushed his hips slightly, and one of Wei Dayong's right arm was bent in an exaggerated arc in reverse, as if it could be broken from the position of the elbow joint at any time.

If the elbow joint is bent to this arc, it must be a severe pain.

But Wei Dayong didn't say a word and refused to beg for mercy.

However, in the face of the cruel reality, Wei Dayong did not dare to struggle randomly anymore.

"Are you convinced?" Wang Yan's crotch slightly removed a little, and asked Wei Dayong.

"While I'm not prepared to launch a sneak attack, who is a hero?" Wei Dayong was dissatisfied.

Wang Yan frowned slightly. Just as hesitated whether to give him a little color, the camp gate suddenly opened, and then two Japanese soldiers rushed in with the 38-large covers with bayonets on them.

"Baga! No fighting is allowed!" a Japanese soldier said sternly.

Although I can't understand Japanese, I probably know what it means.

Wang Yan had no choice but to let go of his hands and then put away his legs.

Wei Dayong patted his butt and got up from the ground, and no longer fought for Wang Yan's position.

After the two Japanese soldiers left, Wei Dayong finally said, "You are good at it, brother."

As soon as Wei Dayong finished speaking, Wang Yan heard a pleasant tingling sound in his ears, and then a card emitting purple luster fell from Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong turned a blind eye to this.

The surrounding prisoners of war also did not respond.

Wang Yan thought to himself that Wei Dayong and the others could not see this card.

With a light move, the purple card that had just dropped from Wei Dayong flew to Wang Yan's palm.

I found it cold to buy it. I looked closely and saw a monk painting on the front of the card. Looking at the back of the card, there were seven ancient seal characters: Mastering Shaolin internal martial arts.

Mastering Shaolin's internal martial arts? Wang Yan's eyes lit up.

Through the card that cross-sharp mastery just now, Wang Yan already understood one thing.

Such cards can directly comprehend skills and save him from hard work in cultivation.

But this is not the point. The point is that he just defeated Wei Dayong, and then Wei Dayong fell off this skill? This is the benefit of being a time traveler? Is his golden finger?

If this is the case, it seems to be good.

Wei Dayong continued to ask: "Brother, what do you call me?"

"Wang Yan, Lieutenant Company Deputy of the 54th Division." Wang Yan said his current identity without hesitation, and continued, "Central Army Officer School, the 13th Infantry Division."

"Oh, he is still the chief of the Central Military Academy."

"My name is Wei Dayong, the sergeant squad leader of the 72nd Division."

At this moment, the camp gate opened again.

This time, in addition to the Japanese who maintained order in the prisoner-of-war camp, there were another group of Japanese.

There were not many Japanese people, only a few dozen. They were all wearing tactical vests with steel plates, the steel helmets on their heads were also matte, and they also had net bags.

Almost at the same time, dozens of Japanese sentinels were added on the four corners of the prisoner-of-war camp wall.

A Type 92 heavy machine gun was quietly set up on the rooftop of the two-story building in front of the prisoner-of-war camp.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yan's heart sank. Oh no, Yamamoto's special agent team came to him. They were here to practice killing skills with prisoners of war!

If we follow the plot of the TV series "Bright Sword", there are hundreds of prisoners of war in the entire prison camp, except for Wei Dayong who successfully escaped, the rest of the rest will be counted as one, and they will all die at the hands of the Japanese.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan used the second card he had just obtained without hesitation.

A current flowed through the whole body instantly, and Wang Yan instantly mastered the essence of Shaolin internal martial arts.
Chapter completed!