I hand over the Wanjie trading system to the country

After everyone was seated, An Huai used the projector to play the scientific and educational films from 1937 to 1945.

Due to time reasons, it is directly played at 2x speed.

Anhuai printed out some important battles, turning points, and major events and handed them over to the two of them.

The Jinling massacre, Yangcheng and Jiangcheng fell.

Gas warfare, germ warfare, the infamous Unit 731.

The Battle of Taierzhuang was victorious, the Hundred Regiments Battle, the Soviet Union dispatched troops, and Country M cast down the little boy.

On August 1945, 8, Xiaotian announced its surrender, and the 15-year Anti-Japanese War ended.

"Eight years, this battle has been fought for eight years." Zhou Qing muttered to himself.

When the film ended, there was still one hour and one hour before the channel was closed.

"Eight years is our history, but not your future." General Fu said resoundingly.

"The ancestors spent 8 years and the lives of countless people in exchange for our current life."

"Now, it's time for us to give back to our ancestors."

"But... But don't you say that we are people from two worlds?" Luo Qing asked suspiciously.

"One second before you meet us, we are still people in the same world."

"History cannot be changed, but we want to create a better world!"

After learning that this connection was made during this time period, the bigwigs quickly unified their opinions.

Our past has gone through the era full of holes, and now we have the ability, we must reverse this ending.

If you think about it carefully, it's not because we always have a heart that wants to make up.

Make up for those ancestors who took millet and stepped up the wooden warehouse, but helped us lay down a vast world.

Now that Hua Guo has a strong army and horses, we no longer have to fear being invaded.

Seeing that the closing time of the passage was approaching, the teachers hurriedly brought weapons to teach Luo Qing and the others.

Time was urgent, Luo Qing and the others only took away a small part of the supplies, and made an appointment to pick them up at other times.

Chuno asked the two of them to help draw the emblems of the two teams now, and put them on the announcement at that time.

There are only 4 days left, how much can I help.

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Second night, December 1937, 12.

Zhang Yong returned to Jinling with Xiaohu and others, and Luo Qing returned to Fushi.

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After Luo Qing returned to Fushi, he returned to the base without stopping.

Then he rushed directly into the head's room with a 95-style, and pulled the head to find the commander.

He took out all the wooden warehouses that were scared by the guards at the door, if Luo Qing hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost confessed.

"Luo Qing, aren't you awake?" the group leader said angrily. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What I said is true, Jinling is in trouble."

"That's what people from the future told me. I also met people from the Jinling Garrison."

"These are all given to me by those who will come later!"

"Leader, please take a good look at this wooden warehouse and this grain." Luo Qing put the Type 95 and a bag of self-heating rice in front of the head. "And this flashlight, you look at this light."

"Tell me, which country can produce such sophisticated equipment, Lao Maozi or country m?"

The head of the group saw that Luo Qing didn't look like he was joking, and carefully looked at the two things on the bed by the light of the flashlight.

"This is... charging the wooden warehouse?" The team leader said tentatively.

"This is called the 95-style assault rifle, also called the automatic rifle." Zhou Qing's tone was full of excitement, "It was independently developed by our country in 1995, and it is the main wooden warehouse for the future army."

"The magazine has a capacity of 30 rounds, which can be fired single or in bursts."

While the group leader was studying the 95 style with great interest, Zhou Qing cooked the self-heating rice with the cold water left in the teapot on the table.

"Huh? Zhou Qing, what are you doing?" the team leader asked curiously when he smelled it.

"The regiment leader, I also brought it back from there. This is the army food for those soldiers over there."

"It's enough to eat one bag at a time. There are vegetables, meat, and white rice. You don't need to light a fire. You can eat it after adding cold water for a while."

"There is such a thing?" The leader was surprised.

It didn't take long for the self-heating rice to be cooked, Zhou Qing opened the bag and put it in front of the team leader.

"This is braised pork, head, try it and see how you like it."

The team leader looked at the wooden warehouse on the bed, the steaming rice on the table, and the tactical flashlight in Zhou Qing's hand.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find the commander." The leader put on his clothes and left with Zhou Qing and the others.

After 8 o'clock in the morning, several people finally arrived at the base where the commander is located.

"Xiao Qi, why are you here? You are blocking me here at this point, and you came last night?" the leader asked with a smile.

"I have something very important that I need to report to you face to face." Head Qi said.

"Okay, come in."

The secret talks continued until noon, and the commander issued two orders. The first one was to immediately send the nearest team to support Jinling.

And the second is to return to the base where Commander Qi is located before 8 pm no matter what.

On the other hand, Xiao Zizi attacked the church several times without giving up.

They couldn't get in, and the people inside couldn't get out, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Zhang Yong, who already knew the location of the prisoner-of-war camp, took Xiaohu, and the two quietly touched it.

When I came near the barbed wire fence surrounded by the prisoner-of-war camp, I actually saw my acquaintance.

"Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang!" Zhang Yong shouted twice.

"Company commander, Xiaohu, why are you here? Cough, cough, cough!!" Da Zhuang said with determination on his face, "Hurry up, leave us alone, hurry up! Every one alive counts as one! Cough cough cough."

"Shut up, don't talk." Zhang Er interrupted Da Zhuang, "I will rescue you out tonight."

"But I have a few words, and I need you to help me disperse from the prisoner-of-war camp now."

"Company commander, what do you want to talk about?" Da Zhuang responded in a low voice, without asking how Zhang Yong planned to rescue them.

"This matter is very important, you must help me do it well." Zhang Yong urged.

"Company commander, don't worry about my work."

"Tomorrow, December 12th, the little days will shoot you."

"After midnight tonight, I will rescue you out. If you want to survive, leave Jinling in the dark as soon as possible."

"Run separately, don't run together, run to the river."

"If you want to fight to the end with Little Days, find me at Dongjie Cathedral."

"have you understood?"

"Understood." Da Zhuang nodded.

"Wake up at night, you know?"

"it is good."

Whether it is Jinling or Pumice, the plans on both sides are proceeding in an orderly manner.

The time soon came to 8 o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Yong brought Xiaohu to the supermarket on time, and today he mainly came to learn Guan Yin's one-stroke attacking moves.

At 8:[-], Commander Qi, Commander Qi and others also came to the supermarket.

Everyone in the supermarket petrified in place the moment they saw the leader, unable to utter a word.

Guan Yin was even put directly on the ground by Zhang Er, and his arms were broken and dislocated.