The War of Resistance Against Japan: Starting with a Calm View of Life and Death

Wang Yuan, along with Shui Sheng and a few others, followed the guard Liu Meng, carrying a grenade launcher and several grenades that had been specially detonated, and excitedly ran towards the abandoned threshing ground.

The area was large enough, covered in snow, with a few scattered, half-collapsed earthen walls in the distance, perfect as targets.

Zhou Jindong naturally followed, wanting to see Liu Meng's abilities and also to observe the limits of his own body.

Ever since he woke up from the time travel the night before last, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong with his body.

Last night's surprise attack on the Japanese was an act of explosive power, control, and reaction speed far beyond what ordinary people could possess—something the original owner of this country hunter could never have.

While others were grimacing from exhaustion as they cleaned up the battlefield and moved those ammunition boxes, he felt completely relaxed.

What alarmed him even more was that, despite not consciously trying to remember every scene from when he transmigrated until now, they were clearly imprinted in his mind!

This is clearly not something the original owner could do.

Of course, it wasn't something Zhou Jindong possessed before he time-traveled.

Is it a gift from time travel? Or some kind of unknown mutation?

Zhou Jindong's mind was in turmoil, but he didn't show it on his face.

With these abilities as a foundation, he decided to stop hiding them.

In chaotic times, mediocrity is the original sin.

He wanted to establish his authority and make everyone, especially Wang Yuan and the guerrillas below, as well as this Minister Li, completely submit to him!

The answer is simply that it's an extraordinary talent!

And now is the best opportunity!

On the threshing floor, the snow crunched underfoot.

Liu Meng planted the grenade launcher firmly in the snow and began his explanation.

He's definitely skilled; his movements are clean and efficient, and his explanations are clear. He's obviously an expert.

"This thing is called the Type 89 grenade launcher, a heavy weapon standard issue for Japanese infantry squads! It looks simple, just a section of iron pipe with a base, but there's a lot more to it than meets the eye!"

Liu Meng patted the tube body and said in a loud voice, "Look carefully! The most important thing is to make it stable! The base must be firmly planted in the ground, and if the snow is thick, tamp it down firmly!"

Then, this is the elevation/lowering knob; turning it controls how high or low the shells fly.

This is the steering mechanism, it controls left and right! Before loading, you need to move this firing lever to the ready position, like this!

He operated the machine smoothly, "Projectile nose down, put it in! All the way in! You'll hear a 'click,' then it's in place! Finally, pull this rope!"

He tugged on the thin cord attached to the trigger. "Bang! The shell went out!"

"Did you all remember that? Zhu Zi, you try first!" Liu Meng called on him.

Zhu Zi excitedly rubbed his hands together and stepped forward. Following the same steps Liu Meng had taken, he first pressed the base firmly into the snow, then started turning the height adjustment knob. After turning it twice, he overtook the steering gear, and he was in a flurry of activity.

Loading the shells was even more nerve-wracking; he trembled for ages before finally managing to insert them, and then forgot to pull the trigger before tugging at the rope, so naturally, it wouldn't budge.

Taozi and Shuisheng, who were watching from the side, couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhu Zi blushed deeply and quickly followed up with the action of striking the lever, then pulled the rope again.

With a crisp "click," the cannon recoiled slightly, a small blast of air shot out from the muzzle, and the grenade traced a low, flat arc before crashing into the snow a dozen meters away, far from the nearest earthen wall.

"Hahaha, Zhuzi, did you dig a rabbit hole?" Shuisheng laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

Zhu Zi was extremely embarrassed: "This...this knob is too tight! It's hard to turn!"

"Shuisheng, if you're so good, why don't you do it yourself!"

Shui Sheng didn't hesitate and stepped forward to take the seat.

He learned from the pillar's mistake and his movements became slightly smoother, but when he aimed, he gestured at the distant earthen wall for a long time, turning this knob and that knob, still feeling unsure.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled hard on the rope.

The grenade flew out with a "whoosh," this time hitting the base of the earthen wall... kicking up a cloud of snow dust.

"Not bad, not bad, at least it's on the wall!" Wang Yuan commented, arms crossed, as encouragement for Shui Sheng.

"Taozi, Sanniu, it's your turn!" Liu Meng gestured.

When Taozi and Sanniu went up, the situation was similar.

Taozi was strong and could turn the knob quickly, but he turned it in the wrong direction. The shell went straight for a few team members who were watching the commotion, scaring them so much that they jumped away with a "whoop".

San Niu was steady, but he aimed for too long and his hand trembled when he pulled the rope. The shell only flew seven or eight meters before crashing into the snow.

After several people took turns trying, the best result was Shuisheng's "hit at the base of the wall".

Liu Meng patiently corrected his technique: "Turning the knob steadily, don't rush... You need to know how many millimeters it takes to turn the steering gear one full rotation... Don't pull the rope too hard, be careful of wobbling..."

"Tsk tsk tsk," a slightly grating sound suddenly rang out.

Zhou Jindong, arms crossed, leaned against a nearby cart and began his performance: "Hey guys, are your hands borrowed? Or did you skip breakfast? Tightening a screw is harder than embroidering? Aiming by guesswork? Pulling the rope like you're having a seizure? With this level of skill, the shells won't hit the Japanese, they'll send our own men flying first!"

The room fell silent immediately after those words were spoken.

The excitement and embarrassment on Zhu Zi, Tao Zi, Shui Sheng, and San Niu's faces instantly turned into shame, anger, and resentment.

"Zhou... Vice Captain! You're just making sarcastic remarks! If you're so capable, why don't you go and do it yourself!" Zhu Zi was the first to lose his temper and shouted, sticking his neck out.

"Exactly! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering! If you're so capable, why don't you come and try it yourself!" Shui Sheng's face also turned red.

Taozi chimed in, "Vice Captain, anyone can talk the talk, walk the walk! Show us what you can do!"

Wang Yuan couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over to Zhou Jindong and slapped him hard on the shoulder: "You brat! You've just become the vice captain and you're already getting cocky? You think you're all that? I've watched you grow up with your bare bottom exposed. When did you ever learn how to have sex?"

Forget firecrackers, you'd run way over the block even if the village set off a small firecracker during the New Year! What are you trying to prove? If you're so capable, stop talking and show the brothers what you've got!

The surrounding teammates also joined in the commotion:

"Yeah, Vice Captain, show us what you've got!"

"Let's see!"

"All talk and no action is useless!"

Liu Meng stood beside the grenade launcher with his arms crossed, saying nothing, but his eyes held a hint of anticipation and a subtle disdain.

He wanted to see if this young vice-captain was truly capable or just bragging.

This is exactly the effect Zhou Jindong wanted.

He dropped the smug, infuriating expression on his face and put on a goaded look.

He patted the shoulder Wang Yuan had just patted on, straightened up, pointed at the grenade launcher, and said, "Let's try it! It's no big deal! Watch closely! Anyone can handle this!"

He walked a few steps to the grenade launcher and gestured for Liu Meng to move aside.

Liu Meng glanced at him and silently took a step back.

Zhou Jindong crouched down, his gaze sweeping over every component of the grenade launcher—the base, elevation mechanism, azimuth mechanism, barrel, sight, firing mechanism...

Looking around, he realized that everyone's attention was indeed focused on him.

Since that's the case, everyone move aside, I'm about to show off!

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