I am Jiang Weiguo in World War II

Chiang Kai-shek was Jiang Weiguo's superior and also Jiang Weiguo's father.

Just now, Jiang Weiguo expressed his battle oath to Chiang Kai-shek as a subordinate, but now, Jiang Weiguo bid farewell to Chiang Kai-shek on the battlefield as his son.

Song Meiling took out her handkerchief again, and whispered while wiping her tears: "Silly boy, silly boy..."

Chiang Kai-shek looked at Jiang Weiguo, his eyes were moist, "Okay!" His voice was trembling, "Good boy, good boy..."

Jiang Weiguo stood up, weeping and smiling: "Father, mother, let's go, my son is going to the battlefield!"

Chiang Kai-shek stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch Jiang Weiguo, but he withdrew his hand and got on the plane.

The Meiling special plane and escort fighter jets began to take off. Jiang Weiguo on the airport looked at the plane, and Chiang Kai-shek on the plane also looked at Jiang Weiguo.

The father and son looked at each other, and the distance was getting farther and farther away. Chiang Kai-shek burst into tears, and Jiang Weiguo even burst into tears. He watched the flying fleet for a long time, until the fleet disappeared into the sky and stood still, with tears streaming down his face. , sobbing.

Several young military officers walked up to Jiang Weiguo, comforting Jiang Weiguo with sympathy on their faces:

"Tuan Zuo, the Chairman has already left, please don't cry...Second Officer, you cry so much that I think of my parents too..."

"The chairman is really lucky to have such a filial son like you..."

"Where is the country broken? The chairman sent his son to the battlefield. Why are we hesitating?"

"Hey! Tuan, look carefully, the chairman just left, not dead, besides, we are the ones who are about to die..."

Jiang Weiguo nodded with a sob, and he kept wiping away his tears: "Brothers, hurry up and prepare for the battle! Little Japan is coming!" He turned around, although he was still crying, but his face was tense. With a tense expression, his expression was determined, and his eyes were even more filled with a kind of almost ferocious ruthlessness.

Looking at the city of Nanjing under heavy fire, Jiang Weiguo gritted his teeth and thought: "It's been more than a year, and it's finally my turn to play! Japanese, come on! I'm waiting for you! Besides..." Jiang Weiguo fiercely Wiping the unstoppable tears, "Xiao Haoran, that bastard, where did he get this bag of mustard? It made my nose snot and tears!"

Chapter 001 Rebirth

Time: In the 25th year of the Republic of China (AD 1936), midsummer and July.

Location: Second District of Wu County (Suzhou), Jiangsu Province.

This is a Jiangnan garden-style southern courtyard house located in Caizhenfang, Shiquan Street, southern Suzhou City. It is surrounded by high walls and iron fences, but it is simple, elegant, quiet and quiet.

The main buildings in the courtyard are two three-story and three-open blue tile villas, which are magnificent and exquisite. The main buildings are surrounded by three lotus ponds of different sizes. It looks like a beautiful little garden.

It is not difficult to see that the people living in this courtyard must be either rich or noble.

This afternoon, a strange thing happened in this family.

In the living room on the second floor of the south main building, a small group of people were pacing back and forth anxiously and restlessly. There were seven people in total. From their clothes, it could be seen that the seven people included a doctor, three maids, Both of them were young men in their early twenties, and an old woman in her fifties, with a rich figure and a kind face.

The scene was shrouded in a tense atmosphere of fear and unease. The old woman held a string of beads in her hand, and with a sad and pious expression, she kept chanting sutras to a statue of Avalokitesvara on the altar table in the living room: "Greatly Merciful and Compassionate Avalokitesvara, please Please show your spirit, and you must bless him safe and sound..." The doctor hesitated for a while, walked to the door of a bedroom next to him, and knocked on the door: "Second Young Master...you should let me see..."

"I-!" The doctor was answered by this very vulgar exclamation from the bedroom.

Among the two boys outside the door, one of them shook his head and smiled wryly: "He is No. 20 twice 'I ×'!"

"Amitabha, sin, sin..." The old woman closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, please be merciful..."

The other young man walked to the balcony on the second floor, looked carefully into the bedroom through the south-facing window of the bedroom, and then shook his head and sighed.

"What did you see?" The young man who shook his head and smiled wryly came over and asked.

The young man shook his head and smiled wryly: "Brother Feng, he's still looking in the mirror, and it's been almost half an hour!" As he was speaking, there was another angry "I ×" from the bedroom.

The young man named Feng was suddenly worried and anxious: "What happened to Jianhao this afternoon? Didn't he accidentally fall out of bed while taking a nap? Why did he seem to be a different person after waking up, and his behavior became so unbelievable again?" , Could it be...broke your brain?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering.

In the bedroom with the door closed, a 20-year-old young man sat in front of a mirror, staring blankly at his own face in the mirror. This face could be said to be handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a jade tree facing the wind, if placed at 21 Century, is definitely a hot "little fresh meat", but the young man himself was terrified when he saw it, and waves of turmoil were set off in his mind, and at the same time, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, and thunder and lightning flashed.

More than half an hour ago, while taking a nap, he accidentally rolled off the bed and woke up with a start. His head hit the ground and his head was bloodied. The room, and then, he rushed out like sparks, and after a long circle outside, he ran back as if he had encountered a ghost, closed the door tightly, rummaged through the box, found a mirror, and finally it was what everyone outside saw at this time: While looking in the mirror, he yelled "I ×" more than 20 times in a row, and slapped himself seven or eight times.

"I*!" The young man yelled again, his expression was almost distorted, his eyes shot out strange gazes of extreme disbelief, extreme shock, extreme shock, extreme horror, and extreme horror. At the same time, his whole body was shaking violently, and his limbs were shaking trembling.

Apart from "I ×", there are no other words to describe Meng Xiang's extremely fucking mood at this time.

Meng Xiang has almost figured out the situation. All this is unbelievable and unbelievable to him, and he is completely at a loss.

If he hadn't confirmed that the city he was in at this time was the fake Suzhou in the 30s (it was called the second district of Wuxian County at this time), Meng Xiang really doubted whether he had inadvertently broken into a city where filming was taking place. The scene of the crew of a movie or TV series, or who is partnering with him to create an unprecedented prank, and even, he doubts whether he is unconscious and has hallucinations.

In fact, it all started more than half an hour ago.

After graduating from university, because he couldn’t find a job, Meng Xiang started to work as an online writer because he stayed up late to code, so he suffered from severe lack of sleep. At noon this day, he got up and took two bites of food in a hurry to continue coding, but he couldn’t hold on. , just took a nap on the computer desk, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a strange room that could be described as antique, and he was lying sprawled on a sheet of paper that could be given to him. The bedside of the big bed used by grandparents, and everything in the room can be sent to the museum, including the Chinese tunic-style student uniform I wore.

Frightened, Meng Xiang hurriedly got up and found a desk in the room with many books and newspapers on it. After a closer look, he was dumbfounded because he saw that the books and newspapers were printed in traditional Chinese characters. , Moreover, the news photos on the newspaper are all original black and white, the most weird thing is that the date on the newspaper is actually "the 25th year of the Republic of China". baffling.

Unable to hold back, Meng Xiang pushed the door out as if his ass was on fire, and ran in a big circle outside. Then, after seeing the outside world clearly, his heart thumped and fell into the abyss.

"I..." Meng Xiang opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow an ostrich egg in one gulp, and his eyes were so wide that their eyeballs were about to roll out of their sockets. Looking at this completely unfamiliar face in the mirror, his voice trembled, and he was almost speechless. If it is not smooth, "I... have timed?"

It should be affirmed that Meng Xiang's psychological endurance is still very strong, and he was not crushed by the "time-space dislocation syndrome" on the spot. After all, he did not go crazy on the spot or beat his chest and shouted "I want to go home" because of the instant complete subversion of the three views. " and the like.

In the final analysis, if people really time-travel, it is estimated that few people will have a nervous breakdown. After all, there are too many time-travel articles on the Internet in later generations. If you read too many time-travel novels, you will naturally have a strong "time-travel syndrome immunity". There is no time-traveling into an animal, a man into a woman, or a woman into a man. Most people who have read the time-travel article will calm down quickly after the real time-traveling.

Meng Xiang has already confirmed that his consciousness has accidentally traveled from New China in the 21st century to the Republic of China in the 30s during the process of dozing off.

"Damn it! You can travel through while sleeping? Isn't it possible to travel through when you are struck by lightning?" Meng Xiang was tongue-tied, he wanted to laugh, but he still wanted to cry. Things that can be called anti-science and anti-humanity actually exist. There is no doubt that the probability of this kind of thing happening is extremely low, so low that it is infinitely close to zero, so he should not expect to "travel" back. If this happens again and you will be "accurately" sent back to the original era and the original "flesh body", the probability is no less than winning the lottery jackpot [-] times in a row.

So after being frightened, Meng Xiang began to feel despair and pain, because he knew that he would never see his parents, relatives and friends again, and everything was broken.

"Dad, Mom..." Thinking of his parents who were already separated from him by time and space, Meng Xiang couldn't help but burst into tears. This kind of time-space dislocation is basically no different from the separation of yin and yang.

After weeping silently for a while, Meng Xiang picked up the mirror again, held back his sadness, and thought about the problem.

Looking at "myself" in the mirror, Meng Xiang's eyes were blank, and his thoughts surged: "This guy who originally lived in the Republic of China has switched consciousness with me who originally lived in the 21st century, and my consciousness is attached to his body. In fact, he must be the same, in other words, the 'me' at my home, in my study, in front of my computer at this moment is actually this guy, and my body has been blocked by this guy's consciousness Possessed, then..." Meng Xiang could not help but shudder, because he suddenly had a thought that made him shudder, "The 'I' in the 21st century has actually become the 'he' in the Republic of China, I am from the future and can adapt to the past, but he is from the past and certainly cannot adapt to the future..." Meng Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "So, this guy will definitely not open my computer, he does not have a power-on password, and he is from the Republic of China, and he can't play 21 21st century computer, so it won't find those on my computer hard drive... Wait, what am I thinking? Is this the fucking point? The point is, the 'me' in the [-]st century doesn't know my parents at all, my parents ...How should I face a son who suddenly became crazy? Send him to a mental hospital? Fortunately, I haven't had time to find a girlfriend (in fact, I can't find it), otherwise wouldn't it be cheap?"

Thinking of this, Meng Xiang became more and more sad, and felt as if his heart was twisted for his parents. However, he then remembered a time paradox: I do not belong to this era, so I may change this era and change the direction of history. The past has been changed, will the future remain the same?This seems to involve the theory of "parallel universes", right?It's complicated!Forget it, don't want these!

After throwing away the mirror, Meng Xiang tried his best to clear his mind: Is it the 25th year of the Republic of China?day!It's not a good time!The situation is turbulent, warlords are fighting, Japanese invaders... I am too unlucky, right?If Lao Tzu wants to change history after time travel, this is simply a hell mode, a nightmare dungeon!Thinking of this, Meng Xiang couldn't help yelling at God in his heart: Why did people travel to the past, and either brought a whole army of PLA field divisions (some with several nuclear warheads by the way) or a whole team of sturdy PLA special forces, or brought A computer full of high-tech of the later generations, or possessing the body of a party member who holds a heavy army, even if the grade is poor, he still drives a tank or a nuclear submarine to cross. It is also easy for Jiaweiguo to kill devils.

And what about myself?I am simply "streaking across", nothing, the spirit possessed by me has been declared dead, the unlucky ghost seems to be just an ordinary college student in the Republic of China, let alone the Japanese devils in the future or the warlords who dominate China at this time The bosses, even the hooligans with kitchen knives on the street can easily kill themselves. As for the grand plan of changing history and revitalizing China, I simply don’t even think about it. How to survive is my top priority .

"Damn it! Am I the legendary 'tragic time travel'?" Meng Xiang was suddenly bored and nervous.

Time-traveling is a hot topic on the Internet in later generations. Since you want to time-travel, you must go back to the past to do great things. Of course, time-traveling is risky, and many time-travelings are tragic time-traveling.

Meng Xiang remembers many tragic time travels compiled by netizens based on historical facts, such as:

A certain otaku travels back and finds himself riding a tall horse leading an army in a valley, surrounded by countless young men in tough clothes, all of whom are dressed as ancient soldiers. Are you a general?" Surprised, he asked his followers: "Where is this place?" The followers replied: "Return to the military division, the name of this place is 'Luofengpo'!" As soon as the words fell, Wan Yizhou, who was ambushing on both sides of the valley, The arrows were fired at once, killing the otaku who passed through Pang Tong and the Jingzhou army around him.

A certain otaku travels back and finds himself in a luxurious mansion, where bamboo slips and books are piled up like a mountain, and there are groups of maids and servants, all of whom are full of strategies and strategies for Anbang to govern the country and the world. He is secretly delighted when his family members come to report: My lord, the king is dead, and the crown prince is on the throne!" Soon, the otaku who traveled through Chengshang Yang was captured by King Huiwen of Qin after he ascended the throne.

A certain otaku travels back and finds himself standing proudly beside the surging river, with tens of thousands of elite soldiers around him at his command, and just about to show off his grand plans, when his subordinates report: "My lord, we have arrived at the Dadu River!" As soon as the words fell, Countless Qing troops came from all directions, and the otaku who traveled through Chengshi Dakai was ambushed by Qing troops by the Dadu River. After being defeated and captured, he was executed by Sichuan Governor Luo Bingzhang Lingchi.

A certain otaku travels back and finds himself sitting on a dragon chair. The enthronement ceremony is in progress. All the officials congratulate him, shouting long live, and his heart is full of joy. After all, he has transmigrated into an emperor who has just ascended the throne. There is nothing more ideal than this. Just as he was proud of himself, a general rushed over in a hurry: "Your Majesty! The Mongolian army has attacked the city!" So, the otaku who traveled through the last emperor of the Chengjin Dynasty, Wanyan Chenglin, died in the chaos within an hour after becoming emperor.

An otaku travels back and finds himself on a plane surrounded by several soldiers respectful to him. He is overjoyed and wonders if he has become an important person in time travel. At this moment, the pilot in front of the plane said: "Boss, we are going to Daishan soon!" So, the otaku who crossed into Daili couldn't even run, and the plane crashed into the mountain and died.

A certain otaku traveled back and felt domineering in his body. He remembered that he was a king and was proud of himself. Suddenly he saw a pile of feces on the plate in front of him. An envoy next to him smiled and said, "Please taste it, sir!" , although the otaku who traveled through Chengyue King Goujian would not die, he had to eat shit, because at this time Goujian was a prisoner of Fuchai, the king of Wu. Taste feces to distinguish disease.

After traveling through time, a certain otaku found that he had a face like a crown jade and an appearance like Pan'an. He was an out-and-out super handsome guy, and there was a gold seal on his waist with the three characters Da Sima engraved on it. Not only has he become a beautiful man through time travel, but he is also among the three men. With such an appearance and such a status, whether it is picking up girls or revitalizing China, it is easy. Just as he was proud, an eunuch entered with a smile and said: "Master Dong!" , Your Majesty calls you to bed!" Therefore, although the otaku who traveled through Chenghan Emperor Ai's male favorite Dong Xian would not die, he had to offer his chrysanthemum to the emperor every night.

"Could I be so unlucky too?" Just as Meng Xiang was thinking wildly and in a daze, there was another knock on the bedroom door, and the doctor said anxiously from outside: "Second Young Master, open the door! Let me help you see, it's all right." , don't be nervous, you have to trust me..."

Meng Xiang was startled, he knew that he had to formally start to face this era, and neither escaping nor deceiving himself would work, so after hesitating for a while and taking a deep breath, he walked over to open the door.

Immediately, everyone in the living room gathered together and looked at Meng Xiang with worried, concerned, anxious, uneasy, nervous, and confused eyes. The old woman cried with joy: "Jianhao, are you okay? The Bodhisattva appeared , Bodhisattva, bless you..." She then bowed to the Guanyin statue again and again, "Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Bodhisattva..."

"Jianhao, you've finally opened the door!" Brother Feng let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at Meng Xiang up and down, "Are you okay? Let Doctor Liu show you!" He looked at that Doctor Liu, "Doctor Liu, please forgive me!"

"I'm fine!" Meng Xiang waved his hands with a smile all over his face, "I'm really fine!" He thought secretly, so the original owner of my body was named "Jian Hao".

Of course, Meng Xiang currently only knows the pronunciation is "jian, gao", but he doesn't know which two words it is. After all, there are too many homophones in Chinese.

"Jianhao, are you really okay? Let Dr. Liu take a look!" Feng Ge seemed very worried.

"I'm really fine!" Meng Xiang waved his hands desperately, he had a faint feeling that he was "mentally ill", "Look, am I not in good shape? Don't worry! I'm [-]% fine! I... I'm just... a little I'm thirsty, just pour me a glass of water!"

Brother Feng looked Meng Xiang up and down again and again: "Jianhao, you should at least bandage your head? Look, your forehead is still bleeding!"

"Really?" Meng Xiang touched his head, and it was indeed broken, "Okay! Doctor Liu, please forgive me!"

That Doctor Liu nodded, first asked Meng Xiang to go back to the bedroom and sit on the side of the bed, then wiped off the blood on his forehead with a cotton swab of alcohol, cleaned the wound carefully, and finally applied anti-inflammatory drugs and bandaged the wound.

Meng Xiang turned his head, and when Dr. Liu finished his work, he pointed to the leading man: "You...you come here..."

"Jianhao?" Brother Feng stepped forward in surprise.

"Sit, sit down!" Meng Xiang said with a smile.

The leading man took a chair, sat opposite Meng Xiang, and looked at Meng Xiang with suspicious and worried eyes.

"Second Young Master, your tea!" A maid came over with a cup of hot tea and offered it to Meng Xiang with both hands.

"Thank you!" Meng Xiang took the tea, and then told the maid and Dr. Liu, "Go out and remember to close the door!"

The two looked at each other, then at Brother Feng.

Brother Feng nodded, and the maid went out with Dr. Liu and closed the door.

Meng Xiang was indeed thirsty. He took a sip of tea, tried his best to remain as calm as possible, and looked at Brother Feng in front of him with a calm expression. Trapped in the ground: "Listen to me carefully, I...my brain seems to have been hit by a certain amount just now, and I suddenly forgot some things, but I feel that my head and body are very normal, just temporarily forgotten Some things, can you help me sort out and smooth my thoughts now, can you?"

Brother Feng nodded hastily, and then asked very worriedly: "Jianhao, what did you forget?"

Meng Xiang felt a little depressed, he stretched out his hand: "Do you have any cigarettes?" He knew he was addicted to cigarettes.