Siheyuan: Shazhu's Brother Shadan

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Shadan followed the direction Yingzi pointed, said goodbye to her, looking back every few steps, and set out on the journey home.

As soon as he stepped onto the main road, he saw dust rising up in front of him, spreading like thick smoke. Silly Dan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dodged and hid in a valley by the roadside, looking up.

"Huh? Japanese soldiers? Are they here to carry out a raid?" This thought flashed through Shadan's mind, and his heart immediately rose to his throat.

The first person he thought of was the pure and kind Yingzi. He was afraid that she might be in danger, so he turned around and ran towards the village without thinking, wanting to go back and inform everyone.

But how could he run faster than the Japanese on their sidecar motorcycles?

After a while, I heard a series of sharp "thump thump" sounds from behind, getting closer and closer.

Then, there was a gunshot and Shadan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body, but his strong desire to survive made him continue to run forward desperately.

Unfortunately, he was unable to do anything. Soon, Shadan's eyes went dark, he lost all consciousness and fell to the ground.

When the Japanese soldiers drove past, one of them who looked like an officer seemed to feel that it was not enough to vent his anger, so he stopped the car and fired two more shots at the idiot lying on the ground.

After confirming that Shadan was dead, the team continued to rush towards the village.

Then there were sounds of ghosts howling and the Japanese devils gloating over their misfortune.

And finally the sound of gunfire filled the air.

After one stick of incense, everything returned to calm.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the silly boy woke up slowly, he felt a splitting headache and his consciousness was blurred.

He struggled to sit up with all his strength and looked around blankly.

"Where is this? Ah--!" Suddenly, a sharp pain came over him, as if it was going to tear his head apart. The pain made Shadan hold his head and scream. However, not long after, he fainted again.

Half an incense stick later, when Shadan opened his eyes again, his expression became extremely complicated.

At first, it was an expression of having experienced many hardships, but in the blink of an eye, it revealed the innocence of a child; then, innocence and hardships alternated, and after repeating this several times, it finally settled into an appearance that was neither experienced nor innocent.

Shadan was an ordinary citizen who grew up in the spring breeze and lived under the red flag.

I suddenly traveled through time and space, and I was still a little confused.

For a moment, I found it hard to accept that I had become a member of the army of time travelers.

Shadan calmed himself down, lowered his head and touched the wounds on his body: one bullet hit his back, and the other two hit the back of his head.

But at this moment, all these wounds disappeared strangely!

“Is it a benefit for time travelers?”

"What is going on? Is it... a soul traveling across time and space? Or a resurrection through a dead body?" Shadan muttered to himself, his heart full of confusion and fear.

Just as he was racking his brains to figure it out, a strange memory came to his mind: "This is near Qinghe Village... Just now a group of Japanese devils passed by, and there was Yingzi..."

To Shadan, the name Yingzi has a special meaning.

She was the first person willing to help him along the way, and also the most profound existence in this sudden memory.

So, Shadan didn't care about his weak body and hurriedly crawled towards the village entrance.

Memories are still being transmitted frequently in my mind.

The running fool suddenly stopped.

"My father is actually He Daqing? Sha Zhu is actually my brother? Is this funny? Did I travel through time to the Anti-Japanese War era, or to a TV series?"

At this moment, Shadan was a little confused.

After arriving at the village entrance, Shadan was dumbfounded by the scene before him.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating; what was even more shocking was that the ground was littered with innocent villagers lying on the ground!

This tragic scene deeply hurt Shadan's heart, and endless grief and resentment surged into his heart like a tide.

"Japs! You bunch of beasts! Fuck your grandma!" Shadan gritted his teeth and squeezed out these angry words.

His fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound. He wished he could find a few Japanese devils and die with them.

As a result, his thoughts involuntarily drifted to Yingzi. He was extremely anxious and hurriedly began to look for her among the broken limbs.

As he scanned the surroundings, he saw horrific scenes everywhere - the ground was littered with mutilated limbs, or elderly and frail people, weak women and children, lying lifeless on the ground, having already lost the breath of life.

As a time traveler, he had only known about this tragic scene from descriptions in textbooks in the past, but now that he was witnessing it all happening right before his eyes, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

The grief and anger intertwined to the extreme, as if turning into a heavy haze pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe and leaving him with only silence.

Especially when he saw several small bodies lying on the ground, Shadan was even more frightened. He did not dare to turn them over easily, for fear that he would find that Yingzi, who had treated him like a family member just now, was gone.

At this moment, a vague yet familiar figure flashed into his mind without warning - that was his mother in this life!

Once, in order to ensure his safety, his mother exposed herself to the enemy without hesitation in order to attract the attention of those brutal Japanese devils and successfully lead them elsewhere, thus buying him a chance of survival.

If not for this, I'm afraid that the young and ignorant boy would have already become an innocent victim under the guns of the Japanese army.

This is what Zhang Guilan's mother did from God's perspective.

But according to the original owner's memory, he thought he had lost his mother.

Today, the scene before our eyes is constantly playing like a movie, interweaving and overlapping with every bit of the past.

For a moment, Shadan, the time traveler from modern society and his original memories seemed to be tightly entangled by an invisible force and unable to break free.

In an instant, an uncontrollable anger surged into his heart like a tide, causing him to clench his teeth, almost breaking them.

At the same time, he also remembered why he remembered Yingzi's name. It turned out that she had given him a favor.

Fortunately, after looking at several bodies, no trace of Yingzi was found.

"Yingzi, where did you go? Why can't I see her?"

Shadan didn't find Yingzi among the pile of corpses and felt a little relieved.

He decided to leave this terrible place first and look for other survivors or a safe place.

He walked along the village path, which was littered with destroyed houses and scattered items.

Shadan watched all this silently and secretly swore in his heart that he would avenge his dead fellow villagers in the future.

As he walked, he came to a relatively intact house.

When he opened the door, there was no one inside, but Shadan found some halves of steamed buns dropped on the ground.

He picked up the food and found some water to replenish his strength.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard footsteps outside.

Shadan hid himself vigilantly, observing the situation.

A few villagers came in, and they looked frightened.

Among them was Yingzi, whom he had always been thinking about.

Shadan came out of his hiding place and met them.

Through communication, he learned that these villagers had fled to avoid the pursuit of the Japanese army and now returned to check the situation in the village.

But I didn't expect it to be such a miserable hell on earth.