"Are you ok?"

Qiao Youzhi was half asleep when he heard someone yelling in his ear. After he heard it clearly, he was filled with questions: How do you speak English? Who the hell is calling me?

I tried hard to open my eyes, but the strong wind and heavy rain made it impossible to open my eyes.

“Are you ok, George.”

George who?

I felt a heavy push on my shoulder and then I realized that it was him who was calling me.

In the violent storm, Qiao Youzhi rubbed his eyes, and a hairy hand handed him a pair of goggles. When Qiao Youzhi saw his surroundings clearly, he was stunned.

The person in front of me was wearing a jacket and big boots, which were obviously military boots. On his head, he was wearing a helmet with a white five-star in the middle and a lieutenant logo.

This is the fucking American army.

Acting in a movie!

Qiao Youzhi shook his head and was pulled up.

They were in a ditch, covered in stinking mud.

Qiao Youzhi looked around and saw a group of soldiers marching.

The lieutenant patted his shoulder and asked loudly, "Are you okay? You were blown away just now. We all thought you went to see God."

Qiao Youzhi looked around. It wasn't a movie, there wasn't even a camera.

He sobered up and sighed in his heart: "This is not a movie, this is fucking time travel."

A closer look revealed that he was wearing a US Army uniform, and when he took off his helmet, he saw five white stars and the insignia of a sergeant.

An American soldier hugged him excitedly and said, "Sergeant, the goddess of luck has favored you. Welcome back."

The American soldiers spoke English, which was very pleasant to the ears of Qiao Youzhi, who had failed the exam.

Suddenly, his vision went dark, and he sat on the ground, stamping his feet and beating his chest, wailing: "Fuck it, I traveled through time so I did, but how come I became a US soldier? What the hell am I going to do if I meet my grandfather!"

Qiao Youzhi's grandfather was a hero of the Chinese Army. He had been in every battle and had made outstanding achievements.

Qiao Youzhi was very proud to have such a grandfather. The only thing he was unwilling about was that his grandfather was just an ordinary citizen from beginning to end and never became a high-ranking official. If he had become a high-ranking official, he would have had to work much less for many years.

If he doesn’t want to be an official, then he won’t be an official. Qiao Youzhi’s grandfather is too overbearing and forced him to join the army.

Qiao Youzhi didn't want to be a soldier. He became more and more rebellious as he grew up. He couldn't stand everything about his grandfather, especially the name his grandfather gave him, Youzhi. Because of this name, he got a resounding nickname, Nian Gao.

Isn't it true that ambition does not come at an advanced age? The nickname is a homonym of "Niangao".

When he thought of his whole family's names, Qiao Youzhi felt extremely depressed.

My name is Youzhi, my father's name is Fendou, and many people call my father Fendou.

As for his grandfather's name, it was even more resounding, called Qiao Fanshen.

Qiao Youzhi understands his grandfather and cannot accept the way his grandfather arranges his life. However, his grandfather is a stubborn old man, forcing Qiao Youzhi to have no choice but to rush out of the house in the heavy rain.

A man was running wildly in the heavy rain. The dense raindrops made it impossible for him to open his eyes. Thunder rumbled in his ears, and lightning flashed. Qiao Youzhi felt a black screen in front of his eyes and lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself back in the battlefield on the peninsula where my grandfather had fought decades ago.

Just travel through time, at least let me travel through time to become a member of the Chinese Army, become my grandfather’s comrade-in-arms, and witness how brave the old man was back then.

This is great. He was made into an American soldier and also had an American name, George. My name is Qiao Youzhi. At this moment, he was so nostalgic for the name that he hated so much.

Touching the American military uniform on his body and listening to George George's shouts, Qiao Youzhi felt a thousand shaky horses running through his mind.

He kept spitting out: Fuck, fuck!

The worst thing is that he was still clearly aware that he was a descendant of the Chinese Army. He wanted to go back but didn't know how. His right hand unconsciously touched his waist and found a pistol.

Qiao Youzhi took out his pistol, loaded it skillfully, and pointed it at his head.

"no!"

The American soldier next to him was quick-witted and grabbed Qiao Youzhi's arm and took away his pistol.

"Sir, his soul was taken away by the explosion just now." The American soldier reported to the lieutenant.

The lieutenant squatted down and looked at Qiao Youzhi. He didn't seem to be having a mental breakdown.

"George, you are an excellent Marine. Don't forget your achievements on Guadalcanal, Peleliu, and Iwo Jima. Cheer up."

Hearing the lieutenant's encouragement, Qiao Youzhi was stunned. The places the lieutenant mentioned were all the places where bloody battles took place between the US and Japanese armies. Could it be that I am an elite of the US military?

Elites are useless. Now we are on the Peninsula, and the Chinese Army is fighting against you elites. The opponent here is not the Japs, but my grandfather.

Qiao Youzhi was extremely depressed.

A jeep came at high speed, and the lieutenant and the American soldiers lifted Qiao Youzhi and threw him onto the car.

Qiao Youzhi accepted his fate. It would be difficult to go back, so he took it one step at a time. It would be best if he didn't run into my grandfather's gun. From now on, my name is George.

The more I think about it, the more depressed I get. What is this? Is this a grandfather beating his grandson?

He knows the outcome of the war. Can I lead the American soldiers to victory? Can I become a five-star general? Forget it!

Taking advantage of the quiet time in the jeep, Qiao Youzhi learned about his identity and surroundings.

The identity of the person who traveled through time and space was a liaison officer of the US Army in the Nanhan Army, with the rank of sergeant, and his full name was Arthur George.

The more I hear this name, the more awkward it sounds.

At this time, the war broke out on the peninsula. The Nanhan puppet army was no match for the Northern Army and was defeated at the first touch. If they retreated any further they would have reached the capital, Hancheng.

George's mission was to go to the front line and ask the puppet troops to hold on and not run south any further, otherwise the capital would be lost.

There were four people in the jeep, including the driver. The driver was a puppet army captain named Park Kyung-rae. Although he had the highest military rank, he was still the driver.

The other two are Lieutenant Mike of the US Army, Private Steven, and Qiao Youzhi, a descendant of the Chinese Army who traveled through time and space. He is now called George and is a sergeant.

The further north they went, the more Nanhan soldiers fled.

Lieutenant Mike was dissatisfied and angrily scolded: "Are they still soldiers? Are they still soldiers trained by us? Do they still have a bit of military honor? Orientals don't value propriety, righteousness, and honor."

Hearing the incompetent performance of the puppet army, Qiao Youzhi perked up and echoed Lieutenant Mike: "Don't count on them. I hope their positions will still be there when we arrive. I don't want the jeep to take us directly to the Northern Army's position."

"As long as the Han people run fast enough, the Northern Army won't be able to catch up with them."

The Americans in the car were so unscrupulous in their sneers and ridicule towards the Nanhan army that they ignored the Han army driver beside them, thinking that he was just a driver who could not understand English.

Park Kyung-rae, who could understand English, was unhappy: "Damn Americans, when I see the Northern Army, I will definitely drag you over to their side! You look down on us so much, I will definitely teach you a lesson."

"Lieutenant, you may not know this yet, but our ally, the Nanhan Army, is actually the Japanese army. These people were originally from the Japanese army. Of course, because they were from the colonies, they could only serve as low-ranking officers. After Japan surrendered, they changed their uniforms and became the Han Army. In fact, the people of Han hate them, and we Americans have no choice but to choose them as our allies. Otherwise, this place would have long been the Soviet sphere of influence."

Qiao Youzhi introduced the origin of the Han Army to Lieutenant Mike and Steven.

"They are traitors who turned into the country's army. How can such an army fight a war!" Lieutenant Mike sighed, and his eyes turned extremely contemptuous when he looked at Park Kyung-rae.

Park Kyung-rae could no longer bear it and loudly defended himself: "Don't look down on us. Our Dahan Army is the best in Asia."

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