All Heavens: Starting from Traveling Through Song Qingshu

Chapter 118 Changjin Lake?
"Forward and forward, our team is facing the sun, our feet are on the land of the motherland, and we are carrying the hope of the nation. We are an invincible force"

In the ear, there are loud and heroic singing, and around, are pairs of Chinese soldiers ready to board the train.

Song Xuan wore a dark blue Taoist robe, and carried a dark epee behind his back. He was watched by countless soldiers on the train platform, looking extremely eye-catching.

"Daoist, don't be dazed, the train is about to leave!"

Not far away, a round-faced officer walked quickly. This person was not very tall, but the muscles on his arms were high and bulging. It was obvious that he was very physically fit.

Strangers in a strange environment, but Song Xuan didn't panic at all. He just nodded to the officer who was walking towards him, and then followed behind him without saying a word.

He knew that this was the identity Tong Jing arranged for herself in this brand new world.

Looking at the situation, his current status seems to be a Taoist priest who went out to join the army.

"Master Daoist, although you are a foreigner who came to support the revolution, since you have joined the army, you must abide by the rules of the army. When you get on the train, you should take off your Taoist robe and put on a military uniform, right?"

"Okay!" Song Xuan didn't refute anything, just nodded lightly, and followed this person onto the train.

At this moment, he was actually a little confused.

Because before leaving the previous world, he clearly saw that the main world displayed on the bronze mirror was the world of 'Swallowing Starry Sky'!
He was already ready to fight all kinds of monsters, but when he opened his eyes, he was told by the bronze mirror that he had become a glorious volunteer soldier and was about to cross the Yalu River to start a battle with American imperialism.

The way this unfolded really made Song Xuan unable to react.

This is too ridiculous!

Boarding the train, Song Xuan took off his Taoist robe and changed into a well-fitting military uniform, and then the round-faced officer called over all the soldiers in a section of the carriage.

"Let me introduce you. This is Daoist Song Xuan, a foreigner from Wudang Mountain. He heard that there was a war in the north, so he came out of the mountain to support our revolution.

Everyone applauds welcome! "

Chi Chi Chi Chi, warm applause sounded.

Afterwards, the officer continued: "Our Seventh Company originally belonged to the First Column of the Third Field Army in East China, and is now reorganized into the Seventh Company of the No. 20 Seventh Army No. 80 Division of the Ninth Corps!"

"We have fought the devils, chased away Chiang Kai-shek, produced combat heroes, and participated in dozens of battles, large and small. We charged ahead, interspersed with roundabouts, known as the seventh interspersed company! The sharp knife company! The ever-victorious company! The combat model company !"

Speaking of this, the round-faced officer paused, and continued: "I am the 160th soldier of the Seventh Company, five thousand miles! I am also the commander of the Seventh Company."

Wu Qianli!
Hearing this name, and carefully looking at the other person's familiar face, Song Xuan finally confirmed the environment he was in now.

In 1950, during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, before the Battle of Changjin Lake began.

"I am the 130th fifth soldier of the Seventh Company, Mei Sheng!"

"I am the 220th soldier, Yu Congrong!"

"I am number 280, Pinghe!"

One after another voices of self-introduction rang in Song Xuan's ears, until finally, a soldier who was a little thin and looked like a boy spoke excitedly.

"I am 670 Seven Warriors, my name is Wu Wanli!"

As he spoke, he happily said, "Originally I was the last soldier of the Seventh Company, but now, it's you, Daoist Song!"

Song Xuan smiled, looking at all the volunteer soldiers who gave up their lives and suffered for generations, they couldn't help but look a little more solemn.

"Song Xuan, the 670th eighth soldier of the Seventh Company, has met all his comrades!"

He first clasped his fists in a salute habitually, then he reacted and gave another military salute.

After the ceremony, the company commander Wu Qianli solemnly awarded the rifle and bullets to Song Xuan. At this point, Song Xuan's enlistment and the ceremony of giving the gun were completed.

The train is rattling forward. The speed of the train in this era is not fast, but for New China, which has just been founded and is still in the stage of agricultural country, it is also an extremely luxurious strategic means of transportation.

"Daoist, why do you carry a sword on your back all the time? Is this the magic weapon you used when you practiced in Wudang Mountain?"

After the gun awarding ceremony, the lively and active Wu Wanli could no longer hold back the curiosity in his heart, stood beside Song Xuan, and asked a question, resisting the desire to touch him.

For this comrade-in-arms who was born as a Taoist priest, he was so curious to death.

"Correct!"

Song Xuan smiled slightly.

The black epee behind him is a black iron epee.

It was the black iron epee used by Dugu Qiubai back then.

In the last world, after he took out the cheats and exercises from the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber, he ordered the best craftsman at that time to melt the broken sword and the broken knife again into an epee!
Afterwards, this sword became his personal weapon. In the last world, he nourished and sacrificed it with the power of sword essence for decades. Wu Wanli said that it was a magical weapon, which was not wrong.

Song Xuan raised his hand, and he pulled out the black epee from behind with a bang, then gently placed it on the floor of the carriage, and said with a faint smile: "If you are interested, you can study it by yourself. Next, I will Practice for a while, don't bother me if there is nothing important!"

"Okay!"

Wu Wanli happily squatted down, and was about to raise his hand to lift the epee.

But the next moment.

With a plop, he fell to the ground.

He tried his best not to lift the sword, but because of too much force, his center of gravity was unstable, and he accidentally knocked himself down.

"Ha ha!"

There was a cheerful voice in the carriage.

The soldier named Yu Congrong laughed even more: "You little baby Wanliyou can't even lift the sword of a Taoist priest. With your strength, how can you have the courage to join the army?"

Wu Wanli was not convinced, and said: "Yu Congrong, you have the ability to bring it up and try it yourself!"

"Just try it!"

Yu Congrong chuckled, rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath, holding the hilt of his sword as hard as he could.

"rise!"

then,

The black iron epee still lay quietly on the spot, motionless!

At this moment, there was no sound in the carriage, and there was no more laughter.

You must know that Yu Congrong is the machine gunner of the Seventh Company, a powerful one, and an absolute fierce man on the battlefield.

But such a character can't even hold a sword from a Taoist priest. Isn't this new recruit from Wudang Mountain, Song Xuan, too fierce?

At the rear of the carriage, company commander Wu Qianli and instructor Mei Sheng were muttering in low voices.

"Qianli, how did you find this Taoist priest? This is a real expert!"

Wu Qianli shook his head and said, "I'm also confused now. I just received a notice from above before departure, saying that there is a special recruit who asked me to accept it.

I thought it was a related family, but I didn't expect a Daoist real person to come! "

(End of this chapter)