The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 280 Surprise and Pain (Bonus Chapter 210 for the Emergence of the Color Master)

Time: Twenty days after the time travel, around 11 p.m.

Location: Near an industrial zone in Longhua, Shenzhen, in a budget hotel known for its low prices, in a cramped bathroom.

Huang Feifan, also known as Van Gogh, a newcomer to the transmigrator team, was vomiting violently while hugging the toilet in the bathroom.

After I finished vomiting, I saw my disheveled self in the bathroom mirror.

Van Gogh cursed angrily, "Damn it! Even if I starve to death, I will never let this crappy silicone doll factory continue to operate!"

The reason he made such a solemn oath is as follows.

Although he didn't bring back many spoils of war after his mission from Taierzhuang in 1938.

However, after leaving behind the photograph and a fourth-class Order of the Precious Tripod, he sold all the other gold jewelry (a few dozen grams), M35 helmet, water bottle, gas mask, and Japanese samurai sword.

Because they were all in very good condition, they sold four or five W units at once.

For some time travelers, this amount of money is nothing, but for a laborer like him, it is quite a sum of money.

With money, one naturally becomes more generous with their money.

Incidentally, a girl who also works at a silicone doll factory, whom I had been pursuing for two months, finally agreed to date Van Gogh a couple of days ago.

Taking advantage of the factory being closed for the weekend, the two first went out for a big meal together, and then watched a movie.

After the movie ended, they tacitly agreed to stay at this budget hotel, as if everything was unfolding exactly as Van Gogh had hoped.

But he never expected what happened next.

When a fair-skinned girl appeared in front of him, he had a terrible reaction: he vomited, the kind of vomiting he couldn't help but feel.

The girl couldn't stand such an insult, so she kicked him and left.

The only options are to tell him to die and never contact them again.

While vomiting into the toilet, Van Gogh kept thinking about one thing: the girl smelled nice and didn't have any unpleasant odor, and he had never had this problem before.

Why did you vomit? And why did you vomit so badly?

After some thought, I actually came up with a reason that was almost the truth:

As a young man, spending every day on the production line facing white silicone dolls, I started to experience physical discomfort after a while.

That's why he made the solemn vow that even if he starved to death, he would not continue working in the doll factory.

He had only vowed not to work in the factory anymore, but what should he do next? This question troubled Van Gogh greatly.

Continue flying big planes and transporting pig's feet? No way.

If those ancestors and brothers who died in the Battle of Taierzhuang knew that they lived in such a wonderful era that they never dared to dream of.

They must be quite disappointed that they are doing such illegal work in China.

Should I become a mercenary for the Russians? That seems a bit unrealistic.

Since not mentioning this thing is not allowed in China, his combat experience and skills were trained during his time travel.

However, the combat experience and skills from the early stages of World War II are likely to be severely outdated in today's battlefields where drones fill the sky.

After they arrive, they probably won't receive any training and will be directly sent to the front lines.

I went there to make money, not to die because I'm tired of living.

Just as Van Gogh was getting quite worried about this matter, he inadvertently saw an unread email notification on his phone.

The email arrived in the afternoon, but he was so preoccupied with his terrible date that he didn't even notice it.

After clicking on it, all of Van Gogh's worries vanished.

The email was from the Consulate General of the United States in Guangzhou. It stated that "he will have a visa interview with a visa officer at 3 PM tomorrow." Since it's just a short-term tourist visa, Uncle Bo has already helped with many of the necessary procedures, so I believe there shouldn't be any problem getting it approved.

In this way, he finally got to visit Uncle Sam.

After that, Van Gogh had two things to shoulder.

First, he went there in advance and, under Uncle Bo's arrangement, became familiar with the Japanese Type 89 grenade launcher; in the next mission, he will be an important firepower point in the team.

Secondly, Uncle Bo could not participate in the next time travel, but he did help purchase a large number of weapons, which could only be taken over by Van Gogh.

But what Van Gogh was really looking forward to was none of the above. He mainly wanted to criticize capitalism and the decadent and terrible life.

For example, Huang Yizhi, that chubby guy, often rants in the group about how a foreign woman can easily do a split with a simple leg lift.

Oh, right! Mr. Nanze will also be flying to Agendin, because Zanana is carrying even more and heavier weapons, which one person simply can't carry...

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Somewhat coincidentally, this happened while Van Gogh was in a state of ecstasy.

Sima Cuo, also known as the wizard, was a newcomer who had just joined the transmigrator team, and he was also extremely excited.

The difference is that the wizard's emotional outburst wasn't because he was about to travel abroad.

To elaborate further, the wizard, due to his work in the modern world as the security director of a military industrial unit, faces extremely complicated procedures for traveling abroad.

Therefore, Hu Biao never considered having him take on the task of carrying equipment abroad.

The reason the wizard did this was that he had spent the entire evening studying some light weapon manufacturing blueprints sent by Mo Shuiyan.

After all, Mo Shuiyan, a light weapons expert, was killed by a Japanese grenade launcher last time, and like Uncle Bo, he was unable to participate in the next mission.

As for whether she can participate in the future, based on what Annie saw in the water tank, it's only a possibility.

Therefore, Mo Shuiyan could only try to teach the wizard some of her ideas before her next time traveling to that place, so that the wizard could create them.

The wizard is also quite skilled with his hands. With Lao Yu's help, some simple light weapons should be no problem.

That's why the wizard felt dizzy and lightheaded after studying for several hours straight.

What to do? Of course, scroll through short videos! In this situation, the name 'Ark' came to his ears, and he couldn't help but stop swiping his fingers.

No other reason than that! He had mentored a college student outside of Taierzhuang who also had the same name.

Although he studied humanities, he is quick-witted and has a high learning ability.

Among that group of students, Wizard Gori thought highly of him, believing that he was definitely an outstanding military engineer. So at that time, he taught him as much cutting-edge and forward-looking theoretical knowledge as possible, like cramming water into a duck.

The video he had just come across was, more accurately, a compilation and excerpt from a previous interview program.

At first, the wizard was still having some unfounded thoughts, wondering if this ark was the one he knew.

When Fangzhou was questioned by the host about why he went from being a liberal arts student to working in the military industry and becoming a renowned expert, it was a great surprise.

Fang Zhou, whose face was already covered in wrinkles, suddenly brightened up, his eyes filled with an indescribable look of reminiscence.

After a long pause, he said, "That year I was twenty years old. I heard that Commander Hu was fighting the Japanese in Taierzhuang... After that, I never saw the wizard and Teacher Mo Shuiyan again..."

However, inspired by my two teachers, I embarked on the path of military industry. Relying on what they taught me, and with some of my own talent, I have achieved some success over the years...

"All these years, I've been looking for them. I really want to see my wizard teachers again..."

After reading it, the wizard knew perfectly well that this ark was indeed the one he knew.

I immediately started searching for information about Ark on Baidu, hoping to fulfill the other party's wish by any means or excuse.

However, the information found was: ...died in July 2012 and buried in XX Mountain Cemetery.

Upon seeing this, the wizard burst into tears...

(End of this chapter)