Chapter 1 has crossed over

Yoshi! The flower girl has it, haha!

You beasts! Let me go!

Do not come over here, I will fight you!

The night sky, with a crescent moon hanging high, is adorned with brilliant stars. The bright moonlight filters through the newly sprouted branches, casting a gentle glow on the ground, making the entire earth appear as if it is draped in a layer of fine gauze

In the woods outside the village, there was a profound silence, occasionally interrupted by the faint chirping of insects. Beneath a gnarled willow tree, a hand suddenly emerged from the soft earth. Before long, a clay figure burrowed its way out of the soil, shook off the dirt clinging to its body, expelled the mud from its mouth and nose, and lay exhausted on the ground, gasping heavily.

When Li Guotao lowered his head to check for injuries on his body, he once again discovered something very strange: his camouflage uniform had mysteriously disappeared. At that moment, Li Guotao was wearing a set of grayish, coarse cloth clothing. The fabric was rough, which was one thing, but the style was incredibly outdated! However, it looked very familiar. Ah! That's right, this type of clothing is often seen in certain television dramas, particularly in those war-themed or Republican-era dramas, where such clearly outdated clothing from decades ago appears. No wonder it looks so familiar.

When Li Guotao ran to a small courtyard at the edge of the village, he suddenly heard a sinister laugh coming from within the courtyard, along with a woman's gasp of surprise

"No, that's definitely not right!" Li Guotao said, shaking his head in confusion. If he really had died, he would have sacrificed himself for the country, and as a martyr, he should at least be buried in a martyr's cemetery with a monument or something. How could he possibly be hastily buried in such a small grove? Not to mention a tombstone, there isn't even a grave mound, no coffin, not even a straw mat. Is this how martyrs are treated? Clearly not. Not even a grave mound, no coffin, not even a straw mat. Is this how martyrs are treated? Clearly not.

All these strange phenomena gave rise to a series of questions in Li Guotao's mind. What on earth is going on? Suddenly, a familiar term appeared in Li Guotao's mind, and that term was "time travel"

Suddenly, Li Guotao seemed to recall something, and his expression turned exceptionally grim. Hadn't he already died? How could he possibly be here? Was it possible that his comrades mistakenly thought he was dead and buried him here? Li Guotao glanced at the nearby pit, vaguely remembering that he had crawled out of this very pit last night

Little devils! Li Guotao clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth as he spat out these three words with fierce intensity. His eyes burst forth with a bloodthirsty light, and a heavy aura of killing intent radiated from his body, spreading outwards in all directions

Although I still unwilling to believe it in my heart, everything before me indicates that I have most likely truly crossed over. However, in any case, being able to preserve this little life is already quite good! Li Guotao heroically sacrificed himself during an operation to capture a major drug lord. Li Guotao clearly remembers leading his special operations team on a mission to capture the lair of the drug lord, the Lone Eagle, who was entrenched in the border area, and to completely destroy this massive drug trafficking organization. Li Guotao and his comrades successfully stormed the Lone Eagle's lair, and the drug lord was successfully surrounded in his two-story villa, with Li Guotao being the first to rush into the villa. However, he never imagined that this perverted drug lord had buried over three tons of TNT explosives in the basement of his villa, and the detonator was always kept on the nightstand next to the Lone Eagle's bed. The moment Li Guotao stepped through the door, this perverted drug lord unhesitatingly detonated the explosives. At that moment, Li Guotao only heard a deafening explosion, and flames erupted from the ground, instantly surrounding him, and then there was no more.

A girl's scream and the laughter of two little devils echoed from the room, and Li Guotao's pupils suddenly constricted as a ghostly figure swiftly darted into the room

Bang! Immediately after, several gunshots echoed through the village, all the sound of the Type 38 rifle, and faintly, the barking of dogs could still be heard

Gulu! At this moment, Li Guotao's stomach protested with a series of growls. He thought it would be best to find something to eat first. Li Guotao quickly walked out of the woods and looked around. Not far away, he spotted a small village. Most of the houses in the village were made of mud, and there was hardly a brick or tile in sight. Li Guotao became even more certain that he had traveled through time, as it was impossible to find such dilapidated houses in the 21st century. Looking around, he saw an endless expanse of flat land. Based on the soil beneath his feet, he deduced that he was likely on the North China Plain. In this land, even the poorest areas in the 21st century would not have such run-down houses.

Could it be that I have also crossed over like those protagonists in online novels? This is simply too absurd! However, this is currently the only reasonable explanation; otherwise, why would I have died and come back to life, and suddenly appeared here

Yoshi! Haha...

And now, Li Guotao is actually standing here alive, which can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune! Looking at my attire, I must have traveled back to the Republic of China period or the early years of the founding of the nation! It would be best to find someone to ask.

Li Guotao found himself in a small grove, which was not large, containing only about 180 trees. Beyond the grove lay an expanse of farmland, and he did not perceive any danger, which allowed Li Guotao to breathe a sigh of relief

A crisp gunshot rang out, shattering the tranquility of the morning

"Damn it! Who buried me alive! I almost suffocated to death!" The local man couldn't help but curse softly. At that moment, a severe headache struck the back of his head, causing dizziness. His eyelids, which had just opened, slowly closed again, and his consciousness began to fade.

In the yard lay a man who appeared to be in his fifties, with two shocking wounds on his body gushing blood. The air was thick with the smell of blood. Li Guotao merely glanced at him and immediately recognized that these two wounds were inflicted by the bayonet of the Japanese invaders, intensifying the murderous aura around Li Guotao

Something must have happened! Li Guotao's expression changed dramatically as he sprinted towards the direction of the village

When Li Guotao opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright. He suddenly sat up from the ground, scanning his surroundings with a bewildered expression. This was his professional habit as a soldier; upon arriving in an unfamiliar environment, his first action was to observe the situation around him to determine if any danger was present

Moreover, and more importantly, Li Guotao recalled that given the explosive power at that time, he would not only have been left with a complete corpse, but likely not even a trace of bone fragments would remain. Yet now, he stood here completely unharmed, with the exception of a dull pain at the back of his head and a large bump; there were no other injuries on his entire body. This was simply too incredible!

Li Guotao extended his hands to touch his face. From the contours, it appeared exactly the same as before. However, Li Guotao still noticed a slight difference: the scar on his forehead had vanished. During one of his missions, a bullet had grazed Li Guotao's scalp. Although he successfully preserved his life, he was left with a scar on his head. Now, that deep scar had completely disappeared.

However, one cannot definitively conclude that Li Guotao has traveled back to the War of Resistance against Japan solely based on the sound of a Type 38 rifle. This is because, after the end of the War of Resistance, our army seized a large number of Type 38 rifles. Although these rifles were gradually phased out by the main forces shortly after the founding of the nation, some local militias continued to use them until the 1970s and 1980s.

"The Three-Eight Big Cover!" Li Guotao couldn't help but exclaim, for he finally remembered what kind of gun had produced the sound of that gunshot.

In a distance of approximately 1,000 meters, Li Guotao took only two and a half minutes. This was despite the fact that Li Guotao had not eaten and was wearing cloth shoes, which somewhat affected his speed. Otherwise, his speed could have been even faster by a few seconds.

Li Guotao couldn't help but frown upon hearing the gunshot. Drawing on his extensive experience, he could ascertain that it was a real gun. Moreover, the sound of the gunshot was so familiar, yet it did not belong to any type of firearm he had ever used. What kind of gun could it be?

However, Li Guotao is currently very hungry and has no mood to consider these matters. Can't he just ask someone later to clarify everything? With this thought in mind, Li Guotao quickly walked towards the small village

Li Guotao did not hesitate at all, took a couple of quick steps, leaped up, and the more than one meter high earthen wall could not stop him at all, landing softly inside the small courtyard without making any noise