Chapter 1: World of Sword

where is this?

Looking around, Wang Ye looked confused.

As far as the eye can see, there is bare yellow earth, with only a few tufts of dead grass swaying in the wind, just like the sparse, dry hair on Sanmao's head.

This is certainly not the Western Frontier.

But weren't they on a mission on the western frontier?

And what about his comrades? What about his comrades in the Wolf Fang Squad?

Oh, where's my gun? And my army backpack?

When Wang Ye looked down in a hurry, he found that his body was bald.

Nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

A gust of north wind blew over, and Wang Ye shivered suddenly from the cold.

It’s so cold. The north wind is like a knife, it can blow directly into people’s bones.

"Ding!" A pleasant sound rang out, and then a cold, emotionless mechanical synthesized sound rang out, "Welcome to the world of Bright Sword!"

"A reward package, do you want to open it?"

Then a virtual treasure chest appeared in the field of vision.

Looking at this treasure chest, Wang Ye was completely stunned.

The world of Bright Sword? I actually traveled to the world of Bright Sword?

Camp in Death Valley and wake up in the world of Bright Sword?

Wang Ye suddenly panicked. His girlfriend was still waiting for him to go back and get engaged, and his parents were still waiting for him to go back and take care of them in their old age. He didn't want to travel through time, how could he really want to?

"System, let me go back!"

"Let someone else come to the Sword World!"

The wilderness was silent, without any response.

Wang Ye tried various methods.

However, there was no response from System Dad.

Only the treasure chest was floating quietly in Wang Ye's sight.

"Fuck!" Wang Ye cursed and nodded "yes" with his mind.

"Click!" With a slight sound, the treasure chest opened and a golden scroll jumped out.

When Wang Ye looked closely, he saw five vigorous seal characters written on the scroll: "Cold Weapon-Level Physique".

There is a note below: Cold Weapon-level physique: immune to fatal damage caused by cold weapons!

Immune to fatal damage caused by cold weapons?

What does that mean? Can you be invulnerable?

If they fight with bayonets, wouldn’t they be invincible?

Wang Ye decisively crushed the scroll with his mind.

The scroll instantly turned into a ball of golden light and merged into his body.

Then Wang Ye felt warm and indescribably comfortable.

The north wind was so fierce that I couldn't feel a trace of chill at all.

"Keep in formation!"

“Speed up!”

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, still speaking Japanese.

Before joining the army, Wang Ye taught himself Japanese for a long time in order to watch Japanese action movies.

Wang Ye looked back hurriedly and saw a group of Japanese soldiers climbing out of a ravine. The leading soldier had a plaster flag on his bayonet.

It’s really the Japs!

When Wang Ye looked around hurriedly, he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Because within a hundred meters around it is nothing but bare wasteland.

If we turn around and run away, we will become a sitting duck for the Japanese.

Almost at the same time, the team of Japanese soldiers also discovered Wang Ye.

"Hey, don't be afraid!" A Japanese officer with the rank of second lieutenant ran out of the queue, waved to Wang Ye from a distance and shouted, "Imperial Army, my friend."

Wang Ye decisively gave up the idea of escaping.

At this time, escaping will only lead to death.

He will only have a chance when the Japanese get close.

However, there are quite a lot of Japanese devils.

…

There was also a gully on the other side of the wasteland.

Three Eighth Route Army soldiers were riding towards this side.

The leading Eighth Route Army soldier looked to be in his early twenties. He was fair-skinned, gentle and handsome, with a scholarly air between his brows.

This handsome scholar was none other than Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang received an order from the brigade headquarters of the 386th Brigade and prepared to go to the independent regiment’s base to take up his post.

"Political Commissar, there's a situation!" The brigade guard walking in front suddenly reined in his horse and turned back.

Zhao Gang and another guard sent by the brigade quickly dismounted, leaving one person to watch the horses while Zhao Gang and another guard climbed to the edge of the ravine.

Lying on the edge of the ravine and looking forward, you can see it clearly.

I saw a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounding a young man.

The young man had taken off all his clothes except for his pants.

"The Japanese are so hateful, they even steal our clothes!"

The guard whispered, "Political Commissar Zhao, do you want to save him?"

"Don't worry." Zhao Gang frowned and said, "Let's wait and see."

Zhao Gang had a clear mind. He knew that the Japanese had extremely high tactical skills. A platoon of the Eighth Route Army might not be able to defeat a squad of the Japanese, let alone the fact that there were only three of them.

Now we can only wait and see.

…

"Taijun."

"My good citizen."

Wang Ye had a smile on his face.

Pretend to be harmless.

But my mind was calculating rapidly.

Take them by surprise and lock their throats to kill two people instantly.

Before the remaining Japs can react, you can seize their bayonets and kill two more.

But even so, there were still nine Japs left, and what was worse was that the Japs' machine gun team was thirty meters away from him.

The Japanese soldiers' military quality was really good, and they followed the regulations without any compromise. Even when facing an unarmed and harmless young man like him, they were still vigilant enough.

Not only did the machine gun crew set up their machine guns,

The infantry group also installed bayonets in advance.

It seems that it will not be easy to kill this group of devils.

There was thunder in his chest, but Wang Ye's face was as calm as a lake.

The Japanese officers didn't realize that this was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"It belongs to a good citizen and a friend." The Japanese officer patted Wang Ye on the shoulder and said in stiff Chinese, "Yours. Can you tell me where this is?"

It turns out that this group of devils are lost.

At that moment, Wang Ye's eyes rolled and he had an idea.

"Madam, this is the gate of hell." Wang Ye said nonsense .

"Gate of Hell?" The Japanese officer frowned and asked, "We are from Yangquan, how do we get there?"

"Going to Yangquan? The road is not easy to travel." Wang Ye said with a smile, "Taijun, how about I lead the way for you?"

"Will you lead the way for us?" The Japanese officer nodded happily. "Yoshi, your sincere friend will be rewarded when we get to Yangquan Imperial Army."

"Thank you, Tai-jun."

Wang Ye turned around and walked forward.

The direction of movement was exactly the Japanese machine gun team.

If you want to defeat a larger force with a smaller one and kill an entire squad of Japanese enemies alone, this machine gun is the key!

"Clear the way!" The Japanese officer waved his hand and followed with eight Japanese infantrymen. The Japanese machine gun crew that were originally lying on the ground on guard also stood up one after another.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Ye walked close to the Japanese machine gun team.

The Japanese machine gun team usually consists of four Japanese soldiers.

A shooter, two assistant shooters, and a commander.

As they passed each other, Wang Ye slashed out with two lightning-fast palm knives, hitting the Adam's apples of the Japanese machine gunner and the commander.

With a loud snap, the larynx of the Japanese machine gunner and the commander were shattered at the same time, and the two Japanese soldiers fainted instantly.

Although a shattered Adam's apple will not cause immediate death, the severe pain will be enough to cause the person to fall into a deep coma, and then die from suffocation while in a coma.

Wang Ye succeeded in his attack, and then took a step forward.

He approached the two assistant gunners of the machine gun crew.

As he took a step forward, Wang Ye had already pulled out the Japanese commander's sword.

Then he swung his hand back and forth, and with a hissing sound, the blade, which was more than 60 centimeters long, cut the throats of the two Japanese assistant gunners.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ye snatched the machine gun.

This is a Type 96 light machine gun, commonly known as a "拐把子".

The bolts of the machine guns were all pulled open and had not been closed before.

So after Wang Ye grabbed the machine gun, he immediately turned the gun around and pulled the trigger.

The ballistic dispersion area of a light machine gun is already large, and the dispersion area when fired from the hand is even more exaggerated, but at a distance of less than 20 meters, the hit rate is still guaranteed.

This may sound like a long story, but it actually only takes a few seconds.

Several Japanese infantrymen reacted quickly and raised their guns.

The Japanese second lieutenant also drew his saber and roared, "Sas, give it to me!"

However, Wang Ye had already pulled the trigger, and accompanied by dense gunfire, the hot copper-core bullets had already fanned out towards the Japanese second lieutenant and eight Japanese infantrymen.

Just a millimeter difference is the difference between life and death.

The Japanese fell to the ground like cut wheat.

A curved magazine with a capacity of 30 rounds was quickly used up.

Wang Ye didn't release his fingers until the magazine made a "clicking" sound as if it was empty.

When I looked again, I saw that the Japanese second lieutenant and eight Japanese infantrymen had fallen in a pool of blood, and each of them had at least five bloody holes on his body.

Because the change happened so suddenly, the Japanese gathered together and had no time to evacuate.

In addition, the 6.5mm×50mm Arisaka rifle bullet has strong penetrating power, so some bullets even penetrated multiple Japanese infantrymen in succession after being fired.

It only took about six or seven seconds.

All thirteen devils lay down.

The desolate wasteland returned to silence again.

…

Two hundred meters away.

Zhao Gang and the brigade's guards were stunned.

"Political Commissar Zhao, am I seeing things?"

The brigade guard rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief.

Zhao Gang was also a little confused and felt equally unbelievable.

how can that be possible?

A young man with bare hands.

It took less than half a minute.