Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's War Journey

Chapter 58 Entering World War I

As Lu Mingfei regained consciousness, he heard an excited singing voice, but he couldn't understand a single word of the lyrics.

At the same time, he felt a vibration under his buttocks, as if he were sitting in a car.

This situation feels strangely familiar—it's like the same feeling I had when I was on that plane that crashed in the Andes Mountains. Could it be that I've traveled through time again?

Lu Mingfei had fully regained consciousness, but he dared not open his eyes and prayed frantically in his heart.

"Don't think like me—don't think like me—"

He would rather be kidnapped than have his earlier thoughts come true; he really didn't want to go through that hellish period again.

Just then, a man's voice came from next to Lu Mingfei, speaking in a language he was familiar with.

"Where is this place?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to open his eyes, even though he was unwilling to face reality. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw himself sitting in a truck, surrounded by a group of soldiers wearing pointed hats and gray military uniforms.

The soldiers were of varying ages, but all of them were full of excitement. However, what attracted Lu Mingfei's attention the most was a blue-eyed, blond foreigner next to him, because it was this foreigner who had just spoken in Mandarin, and he was obviously also a participant in this mission.

"Damn it!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but curse, his whole body trembling with anger. He never expected that he would transmigrate again. He wondered what the situation would be like this time. Would he have to survive in the wilderness again?

Caesar opened his eyes and looked around warily. Just moments ago he had been riding a Harley, but in the blink of an eye he had appeared here. Not only had the environment changed, but his clothes had also changed to the same gray military uniform as the people around him.

He had seen his father wear this kind of military uniform before; it was probably a Prussian uniform from World War I. During that time, his philandering father was obsessed with things related to World War I and even set up a museum for it.

The people around him seemed to be speaking Prussian, which he could understand a little of; they were probably singing military songs.

However, he turned his gaze to an Eastern boy next to him, who was the only one who seemed out of place like him.

"Do you know where we are?" Caesar asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll find out soon enough," Lu Mingfei said, his face unusually grim.

Caesar frowned, not understanding what the young man from the East was saying, but the next moment his eyes widened as several lines of small print appeared on his retina.

Main objective: Survive the war.

[Option 1: Survive until the end of the war]

[Option 2: Kill 1000 enemy soldiers]

[Task Reward: ???]

(Note: You must not desert or surrender. You are soldiers, and you have the honor that belongs to soldiers.)

Then a memory flooded into Caesar and Lu Mingfei's minds. It was August 1915, and the war had been going on for a year and a few days. The Prussian army had shifted from rapid charges to trench warfare, and the front lines urgently needed a batch of new recruits to replenish fresh blood in order to launch the next large-scale offensive.

Lu Mingfei and Caesar are the new recruits who have enlisted and are about to go to the recruit training camp for military training.

At this point, Lu Mingfei's face was still his own, but his name was no longer Lu Mingfei but William Hans, and Caesar was still called Caesar, but his surname had been changed to Hoffmann.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lu Mingfei cursed several times to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He never imagined that one day he would be thrown onto the battlefield of World War I! And his mission was to survive until the end of the war!

He desperately tried to recall the vague memories from his high school history textbook; the end of World War I seemed to be November 11, 1918.

Day? It's August 1915, which means he'll have to struggle to survive in this hell on earth for at least three years! More than three whole years!

That's a full three years! You have to understand that he only spent a month in the Andes Mountains before that.

Most importantly, he couldn't desert or surrender. If he could desert, he would jump off this broken car right now without hesitation, find a remote mountain forest or a secluded village to hide in for three years!

What bullshit about the glory of warriors? This isn't his country, so why should he risk his life for this dog-eat-dog war of imperialism?

He hasn't found Nuonuo yet, and his life absolutely cannot be ruined here for no reason!

As for the optional mission two, killing 1000 enemy soldiers, Lu Mingfei hadn't even considered it.

A thousand people? What kind of concept is that? Even if a thousand pigs lined up for him to chop, they would exhaust him, let alone soldiers armed with weapons who also want to kill him.

This is simply an impossible fantasy; the chances of surviving for three years on the battlefield are much higher.

"This is interesting—" Caesar, standing next to Lu Mingfei, was completely different from Lu Mingfei; instead of being afraid, he became increasingly excited.

"My name is Caesar Gattuso. Is what's said above true?" Caesar asked Lu Mingfei. He carefully observed Lu Mingfei's expression and demeanor, realizing that the other party might have experienced something similar before.

"My name is Lu Mingfei. What they said is true. Only by completing the mission can we return to the original timeline." Lu Mingfei took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his anger and fear as he spoke.

"Back to the original timeline? So we really traveled through time? The trench warfare on the Western Front in 1915, the Verdun meat grinder hasn't started yet, but it's coming soon, and then there's the Somme. We really picked a good time." Caesar's tone didn't sound fearful, but rather eager. He had already accepted the current situation.

Looking at Caesar's calm, even somewhat excited, demeanor, Lu Mingfei was speechless.

Who exactly is this guy? His reaction to being told he has to go to war is like this? Is he a warmonger? Or is he a psychopath?

"Hey, you don't seem scared at all?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but ask.

"Fear solves nothing," Caesar said calmly, glancing at him.

"Since there's no escaping it, then face it and conquer it. The battlefield is just another form of gladiatorial arena."

He considered himself the Julius Caesar of the new era, and not only him, but everyone around him thought so and placed high hopes on him.

So how could an emperor destined to lead a new era not experience the baptism of war, and not prove his abilities in iron and fire?

His purpose in joining Kassel College was to one day wage a magnificent war against those legendary dragons, a war that would determine the fate of the world.

Now, a real and massive war, one of the two largest in human history, lay before him. Why should he be afraid? He felt only a surge of excitement and anticipation.

"So now we're teammates?" Caesar said to Lu Mingfei with a smile that mixed with a sense of superiority, confidence, and a hint of scrutiny, as if it were a favor bestowed upon Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei watched Caesar's demeanor, which seemed to come with its own background music and spotlight, and his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't reply.

He felt a strong aura of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and overpowered protagonists washing over him, as if the world really revolved around that guy named Caesar.

In this godforsaken place where every day is uncertain, meeting a teammate like this is truly a matter of luck or even greater misfortune.

He silently turned his head and looked at the scenery rushing past outside the truck, his heart turning cold.

Soon the convoy of trucks arrived at the recruit training camp, and then rough shouts replaced the loud military songs, and the rear panel of the truck bed was suddenly slammed down.

"Get down here! Line up! Hurry up! You lazybones, you good-for-nothings! This isn't a resort!" Some fierce-looking sergeants brandished their whips, their spittle almost landing on the faces of the recruits in the front row.