Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Brigade Commander Chen smiled, turned around, and left.

Lin Tian sat alone at the dining table, eating breakfast. The sun rose, and golden sunlight shone on the ruins.

The snow-covered landscape of Heilongjiang Province was a scene of devastation, littered with bullet holes, bloodstains, and severed limbs, with crows circling overhead.

The remnants of the Kwantung Army gathered together, their faces filled with fear.

They didn't know who the enemy was, or whether the enemy would come again.

All they knew was that they had lost last night, lost completely.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

The news spread throughout the world.

Reporters from major newspapers in London, Paris, Washington, and Moscow flocked to the scene.

They wanted to conduct interviews, take photos, and reveal the truth to the public.

But no one could give them the truth.

Those fighter jets came and went without a trace; no one knew what they looked like, where they came from, or who they belonged to.

Chiang Kai-shek ordered: "The Northeast Incident is shrouded in mystery. The most urgent task is to find out the truth."

U.S. President Roosevelt told his staff in the White House, "This is impossible. No country has such technology."

Churchill, smoking a cigar at 10 Downing Street, said: "Whoever can defeat the Japanese is our friend."

Stalin remained silent for a long time in the Kremlin, then angrily stubbed out his cigarette: "Investigate, investigate thoroughly. If the Soviet Union also possesses such weapons..."

Inside the cave dwelling in Yan'an, the commander-in-chief smiled again: "No matter who it is, fighting the Japanese is commendable."

He didn't know who that unit was, where they came from, or what they were up to.

But he knew they were a force against the Japanese, and that was enough.

……

In the command post, Lin Tian had just put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth when Brigade Commander Chen pushed the door open and came in.

"Sir, there's a man named Dajun outside with two other people who want to see you. They say they're old acquaintances of yours."

"A large army?"

Lin Tian paused for a moment, then smiled. "Let them in."

The army marched at the front, followed by Zhou Xingxing and Zhou Dafu. "Lin Tianxiao... no, hello, Commander!"

As soon as Dajun entered, he strode up to Lin Tian, ​​his voice trembling with excitement, "I saw your picture in the newspaper and recognized you immediately. It's me, Dajun, in Hong Kong..."

"Alright, alright."

Lin Tian waved his hand, "I know you're Dajun, sit down, don't stand."

Dajun sat down, and Zhou Xingxing followed suit.

Zhou Dafu looked left and right, then sat down on the chair next to him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This place is really hard to find, with sentries and patrols everywhere. They almost arrested us as spies."

Lin Tian looked at Chow Tai Fook, a slow smile creeping onto his lips. "And this gentleman is?"

"My grandfather."

Stephen Chow answered for Dajun, "Chow Tai Fook."

"grandfather?"

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow. "Your grandfather is still quite young."

Chow Tai Fook puffed out his chest. "I'm only twenty-eight, of course I'm young."

He turned to look at Stephen Chow, "Singing, didn't you say this was your friend from Hong Kong? How did he become a leader?"

Zhou Xingxing opened his mouth, unsure how to explain, but Lin Tian smiled and waved his hand, instructing the orderly to serve tea.

"What brings you here?"

Dajun and Zhou Xingxing exchanged a glance, and Dajun spoke first, "Commander, I want to join you."

"When I was in Hong Kong, I followed Liang Kun, not for any other reason, but just to have a place to stand."

Now that you've arrived, with so many soldiers and so many weapons, I don't want to miss this opportunity. I want to fight the Japanese devils with you.

Lin Tian looked at Zhou Xingxing, "And you?"

Me too.

Stephen Chow nodded quickly, "My dad... no, my grandfather was from Shanghai. My dad later fled to Hong Kong after his family conquered Shanghai.

After I traveled through time, I kept thinking about how I could go back.

But when I saw your troops enter Shanghai that day, I realized that if God sent me back to 1932, there must be a reason. Maybe it was so I could fight the Japanese.

Lin Tian put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Alright, since you all want to resist the Japanese, I certainly welcome you."

The two were overjoyed and stood up to bow.

Lin Tian raised his hand to stop them.

"Don't thank me yet, let me make this clear from the start."

"This is not a shelter. I don't keep idle people here. If you go to the battlefield or desert, my bullets don't have eyes."

"no problem!"

Dajun patted his chest and said, "I'll do whatever you tell me to do, Commander."

"Ma Yongzhen is recruiting soldiers; you can go and help him."

Lin Tian stood up, walked to the window, and said, "Three days from now, I will lead my troops north to fight the Japanese. If you want to come with me, you should prepare well in the next few days."

"yes!"

Dajun and Zhou Xingxing spoke in unison.

Zhou Xingxing hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Sir, I have a question, but I'm not sure if I should ask it."

"explain."

"I've heard Dajun mention you, and I know about your time in Hong Kong. I'm very confused. How did you end up in 1932?"

And he's still with these troops?

If I remember correctly, Hong Kong in 1961 did not have such powerful weapons and equipment.

Last night, the puppet state of Manchukuo in Heilongjiang Province was bombed by an unidentified fighter jet. Was that also the commander's doing?

Lin Tian turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. "You're a smart man."

Stephen Chow scratched his head and chuckled twice.

Lin Tian said earnestly, "I came here with you."

"follow us?"

Stephen Chow and Da Jun froze.

"Yes, Dajun used his special abilities to deal with you. The two of you were fighting each other and accidentally opened a time tunnel."

"I was at the invitation of the army to provide cover, and I was nearby. After you were sucked in, I followed you in."

Since fate has transported me to 1932, I can't leave empty-handed. I brought some men and equipment, and we went to fight the Japanese.

Stephen Chow suddenly realized.

Dajun's face flushed red and then turned pale, secretly relieved.

"Do you understand?"

"Understand!"

The two spoke in unison.

They understand it all too well.

From the First Sino-Japanese War to the September 18 Incident, from the Nanjing Massacre to the Chongqing Bombing, the Japanese devils committed heinous crimes on Chinese soil.

They committed arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of atrocities.

Every patriotic Chinese person wanted to kill the Japanese devils.

Some people simply don't have the opportunity, some don't have the ability, and some don't have the courage.

Now they have a chance.

"Sir, I have something else to report."

Dajun's expression turned serious. He looked at the doorway and lowered his voice, "When I first transmigrated here, I appeared out of thin air in a Japanese stronghold and was captured by Yoshiko Kawashima."

Seeing my special abilities, she pressured me to join her. I pretended to agree, and that's how I escaped. There, I unexpectedly learned a secret.

"What secret?"

Lin Tian narrowed his eyes.

"The true identity of Yoshiko Kawashima."

Dajun lowered his voice even further, "Her real name is Aisin-Gioro Xianyu, the fourteenth daughter of Prince Su, Shanqi, of the Qing Dynasty."

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, her father gave her to a wandering ronin named Kawashima Naniwa to be raised as his daughter, and renamed her Kawashima Yoshiko.

Lin Tian's expression remained unchanged.

He knew all of this from history books from later generations, but in Hong Kong in 1961, some things were still being made public.

"What else did she say?"

She said…

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