Chu Yuan shouldn't be called Cheng Jiaji or his name is Haoran. He was walking majestic with a few colleagues I just met today on the narrow and extremely lively streets of Wuzhen. The group chatted and laughed from time to time.

It should be said that Chu Yuancai knew them for less than three hours, and these people and Cheng Jiaji have long been considered old acquaintances. To be precise, Cheng Jiaji and these people are accomplices who steal and sell military supplies together. According to popular language in the 21st century, they are the kind of guys who share money together.

The reason why the situation seems so complicated is a bit confusing. It is just that Comrade Xiao Chu still has some time difference, but the time and space difference has not turned upside down, and his mind is still a little confused.

All this started three hours ago. When Chu Yuan woke up, he found himself lying on an antique bed with a lot of things he had only seen on TV. All of this made him feel a little overwhelmed.

In fact, it is very simple to put it bluntly. In the words of the 21st century, Comrade Chu Yuan inadvertently offended the immortals and his soul traveled through time and space. The classic plot of the old YY novel, which actually happened to Chu Yuan, who was doing his small business with his five-year relationship, who had already set a date for his wedding to be successful in the near future.

The reason why Chu Yuan was able to enter the situation in a short period of time is thanks to the website called Qidian. Usually, Chu Yuan has read a lot of novels back to the past from the largest reading website in the country on the Internet, so that he would not be shocked to death when he found himself wearing a yellow general's military uniform and the young and strange face in the mirror.

Even though his immunity to such things is much stronger than that of ordinary people, Chu Yuan still had a good time not to come back to his senses. It was still the old guard and service soldier who looked a little too honest in his current identity, Ma Sanbao, who saw him standing in front of the mirror and shouting, "Deputy Director Cheng." Then he woke him up from the indescribable shock.

It should be said that Chu Yuan’s psychological tolerance is quite good, which should be regarded as a great achievement of the beloved Ministry of Education’s unremitting implementation of the examination-oriented education route.

Chu Yuan, who has always been mediocre in his qualifications, has always had poor exam results since childhood, and it is even more terrible to excel in English. From junior high school to junior high school, he has not understood the number of English letters.

Although elementary school students didn't have to learn English when he was in school, the quality of English is enough to affect a person's future. With this absolute weakness in grades, you can imagine the difficulties of Chu Yuan's path to further studies. Chu Yuan, who has been suffering from failure and setbacks, is naturally much more nervous than ordinary people, and it can even be said to be a little numb.

After all, there are not many people who can be weak after traditional Chinese frustrated examination-oriented education.

After a few hours of sudden change, he accepted the fact in his heart that no matter what, he had become a major military officer in the 21st century who lived in the 26th year of the Republic of China with a monthly ticket of 80 yuan.

The most urgent task is not how to find a way home, but how to survive better in this space-time idea.

He was originally a small citizen living in the middle and lower class. When he realized that he would not be able to return to his family for a while, his first reaction was to immediately ask his seemingly big and thick orderly orderly soldier how much money he could buy for 80 yuan of fiat currency. When he understood that his monthly salary could buy almost two cows and several acres of land, he found that his salary income level at this time was an absolute high-income class in this time and space, which was much higher than his income from doing small businesses in recent years.

If other factors are added, for example, his serviceman Ma Sanbao just told him that he would go out to buy a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen years old as a concubine, and he would only spend less than one hundred yuan in this chaotic year. This is the price sold from human traffickers. If he received it directly from his parents, he would probably not be able to get half of the price.

This news made Chu Yuan feel a little nervous, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. The income and welfare of the officers of the National Army were higher than those of the Communist Army. Even the income level of a major in the People's Liberation Army in later generations was far lower than that of this level.

If you add each special fee of 50 yuan, it will be comparable to the senior executives of the 21st century private enterprise. Not to mention that living alone is enough to raise one, two, three, four, and five breasts.

If Chu Yuan is so immersed in joy, then he would be too underestimating our youth in the new era.

After a preliminary understanding of his current situation from Ma Sanbao's mouth, Chu Yuan couldn't wait to drive Ma Sanbao out of the room and immediately conducted a thorough inventory and reception of all the personal belongings of Cheng Jiaji, who had already declared his mental death.

An hour later, Chu Yuan sat on the chair with a little panting breath, and the Chinese square table in front of him was all the spoils that had just been searching for.

A total of 836 yuan and four cents of fiat currency cash, a 0.38-inch revolver with a bullet of 200 rounds, four gold bars and about twenty-four taels, a central bank passbook with a balance of 6,000 yuan in total, half a Hadmen cigarette, a large number of documents and letters, as for the other messy things, there are countless.

(It seems that Cheng Jiaji is not a clean guy, otherwise how could he have so much money?)

Illuminated a Hadmen cigarette of this era and took a deep breath. While swallowing the clouds and sniffing the mist, Chu Yuan carefully sorted out his thoughts.

Now Chu Yuan can basically determine his current identity and environment.

Today is December 21, 1937, that is, on December 21, 26, the Republic of China. Nanjing had fallen eight days ago. Now the Japanese army is burning, killing, looting and plundering in Nanjing. In other words, the Nanjing Massacre is in progress, and millions of compatriots are struggling under the sword of the Japanese. Thinking of this, Chu Yuan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness. In the past, he was still a full-blooded young man on the Internet, clamoring every day to take revenge and a Tokyo Massacre that was ten times larger than the Nanjing Massacre.

But after really getting this time and space, I realized how insignificant the power of an individual is.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse God. Why do others either carry cannon machine guns or computers full of advanced technology when they go back to the past? It's not the least, just like Chief Yang and the others, driving the Santa with submachine guns. At least two people have some care for each other, but they have nothing, so they can only watch the tragedy happening without being able to stop it.

Even if the soul possesses itself, it must be attached to some big man. Even if it is not attached to the general, it must be attached to an important person holding a heavy army. Then he can send troops to Nanjing to stop the human tragedy. Even if it is not successful, at least he can rescue many innocent Nanjing people.

Chu Yuan knew that he did not have this ability now. His current identity is Xia Weimin, the brother-in-law of the major deputy director of the Military Control Department of the 66th Division of the National Revolutionary Division. He is just a playboy who has some power to make a living by nepotism. He has the ability to save Nanjing. You can't just take the American-made Smith Wesson 0.38-inch revolver on the table alone! Why do others have guns, cannons, and even bring an army back when they go back? You only have no support for yourself. It's okay to bring a computer laptop, at least you can boo people!

Note 1: The salary of the National Hurts refers to a policy issued by the Military Order headed by He Yingqin after the September 18th Incident, which is to give a full discount on the salary of the National Army officers.
Chapter completed!