Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

Southeastern Shanxi, 1938.

When Zhou Tianyang woke up.

The first sensation was a tearing pain.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision still blurry.

"Where is this?"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

"Battalion Commander Zhou is awake!"

"Doctor, Battalion Commander Zhou is awake!"

An excited voice rang out from not far away, followed by hurried footsteps.

Zhou Tianyang turned his head with difficulty and saw a young nurse, about seventeen or eighteen years old, running towards the door.

She was wearing a gray military uniform with a Red Cross armband on her arm.

battalion commander?

Zhou Tianyang's heart tightened.

His last memory was of the border in 2025.

During that secret mission, he stood in front of his teammates, and then... he knew nothing more.

He struggled to raise his right hand, trying to touch the wound on his left chest.

But when he saw that hand, he was completely stunned.

This is a young, rough hand, with several scars of varying ages on the back of the hand.

This is definitely not his hand.

"What's wrong with me?"

An indescribable sense of panic welled up inside him.

Just then, memories suddenly flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

A young man's short but intense life flashed before his eyes.

Suzhou's small bridges and flowing water, and the high walls and courtyards of homes.

The seemingly endless march, the smell of grass roots and tree bark, feet frozen numb on the snow-covered mountains, comrades falling amidst gunfire...

"Zhou Tianyang".

He murmured the name.

More information followed.

生于1918年，1930年离家参加红军，现在是八路军129师386旅772团三营营长。

"The Eighth Route Army?"

Zhou Tianyang's heart began to pound.

He, a battalion commander of a combined arms battalion in 2025, sacrificed his life while carrying out a secret mission.

Then you were transported to the battlefield during the War of Resistance against Japan?

No, that's impossible, it's absurd.

It must be because the injuries were too severe that he was hallucinating.

"Battalion Commander Zhou, how are you feeling?"

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Zhou Tianyang looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties standing by the bed.

The white coat had turned yellow from washing and was stained with several dark red bloodstains.

"I……"

Zhou Tianyang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

His instincts, honed through years of military service, allowed him to immediately suppress the turmoil within him.

Begin by observing the environment, gathering information, and assessing the situation.

This is a field hospital, extremely rudimentary.

There were seven or eight beds in the room, most of which were occupied by wounded soldiers, some of whom were groaning softly.

It all felt so real, so real that it couldn't possibly be an illusion.

"My name is Zhang Yuan, and I'm a doctor here."

A middle-aged man bends down to examine his wound.

"You're incredibly lucky. The bullet went through your left chest, just an inch from your heart."

"You were in a coma for three days, and we all thought you wouldn't make it."

Zhou Tianyang followed the doctor's gesture and looked at his left chest, where it was wrapped in a simple bandage and blood was seeping out.

He began to try to recall the original owner's memories.

It turns out that the original owner of this body was shot a few days ago while covering the evacuation of civilians and did not survive, which gave him the opportunity to take over the body.

"What date is it now?"

Zhou Tianyang asked.

"April 15, 1938"

Dr. Zhang answered, carefully unwrapping the bandage to examine the wound.

Zhou Tianyang was startled.

He was all too familiar with this year.

The second year after the full-scale outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan.

The land of China was in its darkest period, and countless sons and daughters resisted the iron hooves of the Japanese army with their own flesh and blood.

"Where are we now?"

"Shanxi, the southeastern part of Shanxi."

Dr. Zhang glanced at him, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Battalion Commander Zhou, you seem a little different."

Zhou Tianyang felt a tightness in his chest, but maintained a calm expression.

"I just had a brush with death, and my mind is still a bit muddled."

Dr. Zhang nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation, and continued treating the wound.

This is not a dream.

He really did time travel, traveling to Shanxi in 1938 and becoming Zhou Tianyang, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

772nd Regiment, why does that number sound so familiar?

Suddenly, a name flashed through my mind like lightning.

Li Yunlong!

Li Yunlong from the TV series "Bright Sword" served as a battalion commander in the 772nd Regiment, didn't he?

If he remembers correctly.

During this period, Li Yunlong should have been the battalion commander of the 772nd Regiment.

This realization made Zhou Tianyang's heart race again.

As a soldier, he had watched "Bright Sword" countless times and had mixed feelings about the character Li Yunlong.

I love his fighting spirit and tactical talent, but I hate his lack of discipline and repeated disobedience.

But now, this person might actually exist, and might even be in the same group.

"Dr. Zhang, where is our battalion commander?"

Zhou Tianyang asked tentatively.

Dr. Zhang paused in her work and looked up at him.

"You mean Battalion Commander Li Yunlong?"

"He came to see you yesterday, but you weren't awake, so he stayed for a while before being called away."

Zhou Tianyang felt as if his breathing was about to stop.

Li Yunlong really existed.

This isn't a TV drama; this is living history, living people.

"What did he say?"

Dr. Zhang smiled, a hint of helplessness in his smile.

What could he possibly say?

He cursed and said, "If you, Zhou Xiaogui, were to die like this, he would lose one less drinking buddy."

"He even said that when you wake up, he'll have a contest with you to see who kills more Japanese soldiers."

That tone, that style, it really is Li Yunlong.

Zhou Tianyang suddenly felt an indescribable surge of excitement welling up inside him.

As a Chinese soldier in the 21st century.

He read about this arduous and extraordinary period countless times in history books.

I've imagined countless times what it would be like to travel back to that era and strike back hard against the invaders.

And now, this opportunity has actually been presented to him.

He is not a historian and is unaware of the specific details of the battles during this period.

But he possessed all the knowledge and experience of a modern combined arms battalion commander.

Tactical thinking, military theory, training methods, knowledge of weapons and equipment, and even understanding of the future course of history.

"Oh, by the way, these are your things."

Dr. Zhang picked up a cloth bag from the wooden table next to him and handed it to Zhou Tianyang.

"I've packed all your personal belongings away."

Zhou Tianyang took the cloth bag with his right hand and opened it.

There are several items inside.

An old Mauser pistol, two magazines, a dagger, and a small notebook with a bloodstained cover.

There's also a photo that's turned yellow.

He picked up the photo first.

The photo shows a middle-aged couple with four children, in a Suzhou-style garden courtyard in the background.

The youngest boy in the middle was about ten years old, wearing a long gown, and looked somewhat reserved.

This is a family photo of the original owner before he left home.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Zhou Tianyang's heart.

The original owner of this body left home at the age of twelve and was gone for eight years, never to return.

He didn't know if his parents were still alive, or how his older and younger siblings were doing.

He carefully put the photo away and picked up the blood-stained notebook.

Opening the book reveals a dense collection of records detailing combat experiences, soldier training, and tactical considerations, along with some simplified topographical maps.

Zhou Tianyang sensed that the original owner was a serious, meticulous, and thoughtful young commander.

The value of this notebook is immeasurable.

It not only allowed Zhou Tianyang to quickly understand the combat methods of the Eighth Route Army in this era.

It can also help him play this role better.

After Dr. Zhang left.

Zhou Tianyang closed his eyes and began to sort through the jumbled memories in his mind.

The original owner, Zhou Tianyang, was the son of a wealthy merchant in Suzhou. At the age of twelve, he secretly joined the Red Army without his family's knowledge.

In eight years, he rose from a young Red Guard to a squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, battalion commander, and regimental commander.

The Red Army was reorganized into the Eighth Route Army, after which its organization was reduced.

He went from being a Red Army regimental commander to the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment of the 129th Division.

He was only twenty years old.

Zhou Tianyang was filled with emotion.

In 2025, most twenty-year-olds will still be on university campuses.

In this era, twenty-year-olds already shouldered the lives of hundreds of soldiers, charging into battle amidst a hail of bullets.

In the past eight years, the original owner has climbed snow-capped mountains, walked across grasslands, and eaten tree bark and grass roots.

He has participated in no fewer than a hundred battles, large and small, and has seven or eight obvious scars on his body.

Not to mention the unseen, hidden injuries.

"How long can this body hold on?"

Zhou Tianyang was secretly worried.

He knew the course of history.

It is now the period of the War of Resistance against Japan.

Later came the Liberation War and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

According to modern medical standards, the original owner's physical condition was already severely overdrawn.

He has a pre-existing lung injury, a stomach ailment caused by prolonged hunger, and joints that were frostbitten while crossing snow-covered mountains.

The pain is unbearable on rainy days.

Even more fatal was the new wound on his left chest, which was only half an inch away from his heart.

Even if we manage to pull through this time.

It can also leave serious long-term effects.