Chapter 115 Return
At the shout of "Another assistant shooter", Hu Biao sat up suddenly; without even opening his eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hands and reached forward.

When his hands were empty, he did not feel the cold grip of the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

When he opened his eyes, under the yellow fluorescent light, he saw the severely yellowed walls and the shabby belongings in the narrow room.

There was a large pile of supplies scattered on the ground, which were not taken to the Battle of Shanghai.

This guy finally realized: It's safe! He no longer has to fight and risk his life against those little devils like a wild beast.

He was once again teleported back to the extremely safe modern dimension by that mysterious place.

This is a beautiful era where we never have to worry about the Japanese attacking our door. Instead, we will regret why the Japanese haven't attacked that small island yet. It is a beautiful era where we can take revenge when we have a grudge.

Therefore, he no longer needed to fire wildly with the Type 92 heavy machine gun to prevent the Japanese soldiers holding explosive packs from catching up with the Type tank driven by Black Star.

The only uncertainty is whether the Japanese heavy artillery positions have been completely destroyed.

Were they teleported back alive, or were they resurrected in the modern dimension after death? In a month, how many of their seven-member time-travel group will be teleported there?
After coming to his senses, Hu Biao lazily collapsed on the bed.

He took out a cigarette from the half-empty pack of Shati cigarettes on the bedside table, lit it up and smoked it silently; his expression and eyes were indescribably heavy for a moment.

At this moment, the sounds of the Gui army brothers roaring vigorously, the crazy roars of light and heavy machine guns, and the explosions of grenade launchers and explosive packs still seemed to echo in his ears.

All this made him feel very dazed.

By the way! Every time I return to the modern plane from the battlefield.

No matter how serious the injury was, it can be recovered perfectly, and the physical strength is as good as if he had just had a good sleep.

But he had just experienced such a fierce and bloody battle, and witnessed the death of one brother after another.

As long as one is alive, it is impossible for emotions to calm down in a short time.

Fortunately, this was Hu Biao's second time traveling through time, so he had more relevant experience. After smoking two cigarettes in a row, he managed to adjust his mood.

He cheered up and decided to see what he had brought back this time.

After lifting the pillow, he was surprised to find that there was nothing underneath. He immediately started to wonder: Could it be that I didn’t bring anything back from this journey through time?
Fortunately, later on, he found the backpack he brought to the Battle of Shanghai under his bed.

After unzipping his bag, he dumped the few items he had on the bed.

At a glance, you can find a Yuan Datou among these items. It is the 'Gansu Province Added Characters Yuan Datou' that the fat man Huang A-di claimed is worth 100,000 RMB.

A small black notebook for writing diaries, a watch, a Leica camera that originally belonged to Young Master Feng, and a Browning M1900 pistol.

A medal commemorating the Battle of Shanghai, and an M35 helmet.

It should be noted that among the above items, the quantity is not too large.

Hu Biao clearly remembers that he always kept the Yuan Datou coins, commemorative medals, and notebooks in his shirt pockets.

Even when we set out to destroy the Japanese heavy artillery position, it never left his side.

However, he left the Leica camera at the Dunwu Temple position, in the temporary headquarters of the 1020th Regiment of the Gui Army, before leaving, and did not carry it with him at all.

So based on the above situation, we can infer this point.

What could be brought back from the Battle of Shanghai did not depend on whether it was carried on the person at the time, but rather on some other mechanisms.

What exactly this mechanism is, is completely unclear at the moment, and we can only slowly figure it out in the future.

Facing the pile of things on the bed, the first thing Hu Biao picked up was not the 'Gansu Province Added Characters Yuan Datou' worth 10 RMB.

Instead, he picked up the M1.5 helmet that weighed 35 kilograms and had a cold texture.

Gently stroking the helmet with his fingertips, the paintwork was already slightly dented and stained by flying shrapnel, gravel, and passing bullets. Hu Biao couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the saying "There are no cowards under the M35 helmet."

Because only by experiencing it personally can you understand how fragile and ridiculous the human body is under the repeated bombardment of airplanes, naval guns and heavy artillery.

What amazing willpower and perseverance were required of our ancestors who wore M35 helmets while enduring all this.

After putting down the M35 helmet, Hu Biao opened the black notebook again and found that there were now four photos in it.

In addition to the already existing group photo of the secret service, there is also a photo of Anne with a message on the back.

Now there is a group photo of about one hundred brothers from the Third Company of the Sichuan Army, as well as a group photo of the Guangxi Army action team before their departure with the Type 89 tank as the background.

Looking at these two new photos, there are familiar faces such as Zhang Yaoge, Bian Naoke, Liu Aiai, Huang Sanxi, Wu Jian and others.

The frozen images may show nervousness, pretending to be calm, or any other variety of expressions.

Those memories and images that had never gone away came flooding back like a tide, making Hu Biao's heart heavy again.

Finally, Hu Biao lit a cigarette, picked up a pen, and took a deep puff of smoke.

On this cold winter night, I recorded all the things I encountered after this time travel in my notebook...

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As the pen continued to write, Hu Biao's cell phone, which was placed on the bedside, suddenly rang, completely pulling Hu Biao out of his memories.

When Hu Biao took the phone and looked at it, he realized that it was the alarm clock ringing.

Time passed by unknowingly, and it was already time for Hu Biao to get up before dawn every day and go to the market to buy various fresh ingredients.

Even though we don’t need to open for business today because various certificates and licenses have not been issued yet.

But Hu Biao still put down the story of his last time traveling, and the notebook that was far from finished, and planned to write it down when he had time.

He first opened a certain message on his mobile phone and sent friend requests to AT, Chaozi and the other six people one by one, with a note on each of them: I am a dead loser.

Then, without waiting for these people to pass, he put on a pair of cheap running shoes and walked straight out.

After stretching my body a little, I started running outside in the capital city's temperature of minus ten degrees Celsius.

Even though he didn't know whether he would travel through time again in a month, he knew that he needed a healthy and strong body no matter what.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hu Biao felt that today’s morning run was a little easier than usual.

He ran ten kilometers in one breath at the speed of a hurried march, and only a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body. He thought he would have no problem running another ten kilometers.

But at this time, the sky was already bright.

The originally deserted streets became bustling, the air was filled with the aroma of various breakfasts, and a large number of people going to work, school, and taking an early morning walk were walking hurriedly.

The strong breath of life that comes to your face is so intimate and beautiful that you can't help but indulge in it.

Hu Biao slowed down his pace and walked slowly on the street, looking around constantly.

He was looking forward to seeing the brothers who had fought side by side with him appear in front of him again, just like the last time he traveled back in time.

I won't disturb them, I'll just smile at them as a greeting.

Knowing that they now have a new identity and are living the life they once dreamed of in this peaceful and beautiful era is enough.

Unfortunately, no one knew what went wrong. After walking for a long time, Hu Biao didn't see any familiar faces.

This situation made Hu Biao's mood gradually worse...

(End of this chapter)

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