Chapter 3, The Aggrieved Suri

A sharp, piercing scream suddenly whistled over Su Rui's head, striking a residential building on the left. Accompanied by a violent explosion and a cloud of dust soaring into the sky, the building collapsed with a thunderous crash, sending dust flying in all directions

Sir, did we mistakenly target the wrong person? That individual just now seemed to be one of our own

"No way, who was that bastard who hit so accurately just now?" The voice, still carrying a Shandong accent, rang out, but it was clearly tinged with a hint of panic.

Damn it

The soldiers around could not help but exchange glances, thinking to themselves that this officer must have been confused, as he had asked such a foolish question

Ordered to retreat

Bastards, this group of scoundrels, firing at me without even bothering to take a look.

These soldiers naturally do not know that the officer before them is an imposter, and in their eyes, this officer, with his delicate and tender appearance, must be the son of a wealthy family, and one who has even attended a military academy. Surely, dealing with them, these poor and simple soldiers, would be a piece of cake for him

Boom... A shell landed in the distant civilian house ahead, which was blown to pieces, with dirt and debris scattered everywhere

A thin, short soldier stuck out his tongue and whispered to his companion, "This is bad; it seems that this officer's head has probably been hit by something."

Surui's voice started off low, but he immediately pointed at the sky and shouted loudly, "Damn it, since you struck me, why don't you give me a break, and why did you bring me to this cursed place!"

Several soldiers' words were heard clearly by Su Rui, and under the provocation, he actually ignored the potential threat, stood up, and shouted: "Bastards, which unit are you from to dare shoot at will!"

"You all... which part are you from! Why are you here, and why are you shooting at me?"

Stop them, and then extract some information from their mouths

They are ... ... the National Army!

Although their garments were quite tattered, the prominent blue sky and white sun emblem on the left side of the French steel helmet worn by the leading soldier was strikingly clear and vividly reflected in Surui's eyes

Oh ... ... Boom ... ...

Someone has arrived! This was Su Rui's first reaction

A loud "crack" echoed as Lin Shiqian immediately slapped the soldier on the head. At the same time, Lin Shiqian's angry voice rang out from the side, "You fool, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you. If the officer sees this and you try to run, do you want to be shot?"

Seeing the frenzied expression of Su Rui, the soldiers nearby were startled. One soldier quietly said to Lin Shiqian: "Chief, do you think this officer has gone mad from the shot you just fired?"

At that moment, a voice entered Su Rui's ears

Some soldiers were carrying canvas backpacks, which likely contained a limited amount of equipment. They slung canteens or satchels over their left shoulders. Su Rui also noticed that one soldier was holding a Finnish M26 light machine gun, a weapon that would be quite unfamiliar to people in later generations. Everything before him indicated to Su Rui that this was a typical army from the 1930s in China. Su Rui also noticed that one soldier was holding a Finnish M26 light machine gun, a weapon that would be quite unfamiliar to people in later generations. Everything before him indicated to Su Rui that this was a typical army from the 1930s in China

Dressed in a blue military uniform, Su Rui stumbled through a narrow alley, his leather boots caked with mud. After wandering for a while, Su Rui had to reluctantly admit that he was lost. The differences between Jinling at this time and in later years were indeed vast, and he had no idea where he currently was.

A quick-witted soldier quietly said, "Chief, why don't we sneak away first? Perhaps this officer is unaware."

As Surui's voice rang out, a series of crisp gunshots immediately followed, and Surui felt a rush of warmth sweep over her scalp

The sound of rustling... ...

Thinking of this, Su Rui leaned out from the broken wall and shouted loudly, "Stop, you all..."

Do not speak nonsense

Surui murmured, but her voice was filled with an inexplicable sorrow and indignation: "So it is, indeed, so it is. I have truly arrived in this damned era..."

As if it were a conditioned reflex, Su Rui unhesitatingly took shelter in a nearby crumbling wall.

Snap ... ... Snap ... ... Snap

However, when they saw the military uniform on Su Rui and the rank insignia on the collar, everyone was taken aback, especially the leading soldier, who murmured in a low voice with a Shandong accent: "Oh no, I just fired at an officer, this time I'm done for"

"Head, you can't blame me; that shot I just fired went straight up into the sky." A tall soldier next to him, holding a Hanyang-made rifle upside down, shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum, quickly denying it. Anyone who admits to such a thing would be a fool.

Surrey impatiently said: "What I asked is what day it is today, specifically which year, which month, and which day?"

Surui was taken aback for a moment, and then gritted her teeth and asked: "Tell me, what day is it today? Where is this place?"

Startled, Su Rui immediately fell to the ground, and a smell of burnt hair soon entered his nostrils

Brothers, let's go, quickly!

Surui stood frozen in place, watching this group of soldiers dressed in uniforms he had only seen on television, his expression beginning to blur. These soldiers were clad in typical Chinese winter attire, made with thick cotton insulation secured with thread, clearly originally blue but now faded to gray. Apart from the rough name tags, there were no other insignia on their winter uniforms. Below, they wore thick socks, gaiters, and traditional Chinese straw sandals. On their heads were steel helmets adorned with the Blue Sky with a White Sun emblem, some of the British Mk I type and others of the American M1917A1 type.

"What? What day is it? What place is this?" The soldiers around were taken aback, and Lin Shiqian, standing at the front, paused for a moment before asking in confusion, "Sir, what are you saying?"

"Watching a game, if he doesn't die, that's something. If he dies, what will we watch? Do you want to collect his body?" The person with a Shandong accent was clearly not someone to be trifled with, and continued, "Our commander is dead, if we don't take the chance to escape now, are we going to stay here and wait to die?"

Surui ran a few steps forward when suddenly a sound of footsteps came from ahead

The sound of the explosion nearly caused Su Rui to collapse to the ground. Although he still managed to stand at a distance, he knew without looking in a mirror that his face must be extremely pale at that moment. This was a war, a real war occurring around him and within him. He had seen countless versions of this war in movies, television shows, or novels from later generations, but each version conveyed the same message: it was brutal, absolutely inhumane brutality. A real war happening to him and around him, a war he had seen countless versions of in movies, television shows, or novels from later generations, but each version conveyed the same message: it was brutal, absolutely inhumane brutality.

A group of ragged soldiers appeared before Su Rui, armed with weapons, hurriedly running in Su Rui's direction

Until just now, Su Rui had been immersed in a daze, unable to be certain of everything he had seen. In his confusion, he even thought it was his own illusion. It was only now, through the words of these soldiers, that he truly confirmed he had arrived in Nanjing in 1937, and had come to this most dreadful era

Upon seeing the officer in a blue military uniform with the rank of major on the collar, the soldiers collectively stood at attention, showing their respect. The leading soldier, whose clothes were in tatters, snapped to attention and saluted Su Rui, loudly stating: "https://www.hetushu.com.com Reporting to the commander, I am from the 154th Division of the 83rd Army, currently ordered to retreat. I am Lin Shiqian, the squad leader of the 8th Company, 3rd Battalion, 28th Regiment. Report complete, please give your instructions, Commander"

Dada... ...

Suri, who was somewhat dazed from the shot just fired, did not expect that he would display such a manly demeanor, daring to swagger in front of a group of soldiers. Perhaps this was merely an instinctive reaction from Suri.

This is the thought that is currently manifesting in Su Rui's mind, and her heart is racing wildly at this moment. Does she really need to wait until the Japanese invaders arrive to ask herself?

Damn, they actually fired!

"How about we go over and take a look, to see if he is dead?" This was evidently said by the soldier who had fired a shot just moments ago.

Upon seeing the officer scolding like a shrew, everyone dared not utter a word. After a long while, Lin Shiqian hesitantly said: "Report, sir, today is the 26th year of the Republic, which according to the Western calendar is December 9, 1937, and this place... this place is Nanjing City."

Surrey was furious and shouted, "Has your head been smashed? Your entire family must have had their heads smashed."

Lin Shiqian was taken aback; regardless of the era or the country, firing at a commanding officer without authorization is a very serious offense, and it would not be surprising to be dragged out and executed. Naturally, Lin Shiqian was unwilling to take the blame for this. "Wang Dezi was also involved in what happened just now!"

Suddenly seeing someone who was supposed to be dead stand up, the group of soldiers was so frightened that they all aimed their guns at Surui, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed incessantly