The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 1 US Air Strike
1950, Korean Peninsula
A long train is like a giant steel beast, roaring like roaring in the ice and snow.

The icy cold wind penetrated into the carriage like a knife, and blew on the faces of everyone in the Seventh Interlude Company.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

Wu Wanli pulled Wu Qianli by the collar, shaking his body anxiously and said.

"It's his grandma, I'll look for it in other compartments and bring a medical soldier here, if he can't be cured, I'll shoot him."

As soon as Yu Congrong gritted his teeth, he was about to rush out with red eyes and a haughty face.

"Stop! What are you doing, do you still have organization and discipline in your eyes?"

Mei Sheng immediately stopped Yu Congrong and scolded, but after looking at Wu Qianli, he shook his head and sighed, let go of Yu Congrong and said slowly
"Forget it, you go, be polite to your comrades."

After listening to Mei Sheng's words, Yu Congrong nodded heavily and was about to go, when suddenly there was a loud shout.

"Air strike! US air strike!"

With the sound of warning shouts, a large number of volunteers immediately picked up guns and important parts, and hurried to get off the train.

"Wu Wanli, quickly evacuate with the company commander, don't bring too many things with you, move quickly!"

Mei Sheng ordered decisively.

"I know the instructor!"

Wu Wanli didn't have time to talk nonsense, he just gritted his teeth and picked up Wu Qianli's whole life, and ran out of the train desperately.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The circling plane dived rapidly, and the roar of the huge engine directly covered up the anxious warning cries of the Volunteers.

As several black spots fell rapidly with the sound of tearing the air, sparks exploded in the train carriage.

Some carriages were blown up and fell heavily to the ground, setting off a snow curtain.

Several carriages were blown to pieces on the spot, and the blasted fragments and sawdust flew out in all directions.

"This... Where is this... How can I be here."

Amidst the deafening explosion, Wu Qianli finally woke up slowly, and looked around suspiciously.

"Cough cough cough..."

The pungent gunpowder smoke was mixed with the smell of blood, penetrating Wu Qianli's nasal cavity like a sharp sword, causing Wu Qianli to cough repeatedly.

"Brother! Brother, you finally woke up! Hahahaha..."

Wu Wanli opened his mouth wide, looking in disbelief at Wu Qianli, who was suddenly unconscious before, and for a moment a big grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, with joy beyond words.

"elder brother?"

After experiencing rebirth, "Wu Qianli" looked at the familiar figure in front of him and seemed to understand something for a while, but he was still stunned in surprise.

"Ah—my head hurts so much!"

Before he could react, a sudden sharp pain came.

Wu Qianli clutched his head and rolled on the ground in pain, as if countless small hammers were banging on Wu Qianli's forehead.

In an instant, countless memories of this body flooded into his brain.

Only then did he realize that he should have died accidentally during a mission as a vanguard and came to the Changjin Lake movie world.

"This is so fucking aggrieved..."

Thinking about the situation at that time, Wu Qianli was filled with grief and indignation for a moment.

"boom!"

Another explosion sounded directly near Wu Qianli, and the huge shock wave set off a large snow curtain, which fell heavily again, half covering Wu Qianli.

Wu Qianli's ears hurt from the decibel explosion that resounded through the sky, and a burst of tinnitus came.

Bursts of fire clouds are still rising from time to time, making the ice and snow just now hot.

Severed arms and broken legs were scattered everywhere, and the blood mist splashed from time to time showed the cruelty of this war.

There was a sickening smell of burnt human flesh in the air.

"Brother! Brother, are you okay?"

Wu Wanli rushed forward anxiously, using his cold and red hands to push away the small snowdrifts on Wu Qianli's body.

Wu Qianli struggled to get up, spat out the snow particles in his mouth, and clearly heard the wailing of the soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company.

"Bah! These sons of bitch American devils, I'll make you look good sooner or later!"

He stared at the American bombers circling in the sky with red eyes, clenched his fists, and hit the snow hard.

"Ding—congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Bright Sword System!"

At this time, a system notification sound echoed in Wu Qianli's mind.

(End of this chapter)