afterglow

Chapter 1 Amnesia?Still have to fight!

"Wars begin when you want them to, but they don't end when you want them to." - Machiavelli
In midsummer, the sun is shining brightly, and the scorching sun seems to burn everything. Walking on the street, you can smell the faint burnt smell in the air.

In the afternoon of this day, a six-wheeled truck loaded with goods was driving smoothly on the street next to Gaojing Avenue in the Zhongcheng District of Jingshi Yingtianfu.

However, a few seconds later there was a sudden change—the whole car suddenly turned to the sidewalk next to it. Among the passers-by, there were many unresponsive old people and startled children.

Faced with this sudden and unexpected disaster, it seemed that they had no time to run away?

At this critical moment, a gray-green off-road vehicle approaching from the opposite side sped up instead, slammed into it head-on, and forcibly deflected the out-of-control truck.

After the bang, there were screams and shouts one after another, and the passing pedestrians rushed over one after another, and the patrol officers of the inspection department who passed by nearby also rushed to it.

Two hours later, at dusk when the sun was setting, I was in a medical clinic in the west of the city.

Zhou Changfeng realized that he was having a strange dream. He was in a Ming Empire in a different time and space.
Fighter planes roared overhead, tanks rumbled past, groups of heavily armed soldiers lined up, and he seemed to be one of them?Each fragment scene is changing rapidly.

This is too weird, but dreams are often illogical and normal.

Zhou Changfeng felt that his consciousness gradually became clearer. Regardless of the content of the dream just now, at least the dream proved that he was lucky enough to survive?

After a while, he found himself recovering from a faint. The first thing he heard was rustling noises from his ears, followed by the smell of alcohol in the air, and finally opened his eyes with all his might.

Uh... wait, this doesn't seem right?Is it still a dream?A dream within a dream?
The scene that greeted him was really unexpected, and the decoration of this ward was too strange—light green walls, rosewood wall skirts, and fretted Chinese-style window lattices.

In addition, there is an old big light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and beside his bed is a girl in a light-colored stand-up collar and a long skirt?
"Huh? Sir, are you awake?" The girl didn't feel any surprise or joy, she just put the tray in her hand on the bedside table, turned her head and shouted to the outside: "Qijian NO.15 is awake, Dr. Sun, come and see. "

Zhou Changfeng was still a little dazed, but a burst of pain from his arms, back, and head told him that this was not a dream.

Uh... that girl just now... the nurse didn't speak Mandarin, obviously with an accent from southern Jiangsu?Then the doctor who walked in was not wearing a white coat, but a gray-green gown?

He grabbed Zhou Changfeng's right hand involuntarily, felt his pulse for a few seconds, and then asked, "How do you feel, sir?"

etc!stop!Can I say I'm completely clueless right now?
Zhou Changfeng didn't answer, he looked around in surprise, frowning and hesitantly said: "Uh... where is this place? What's the date today?"

"June [-]th." The nurse replied with some surprise, "This is Yuan'an Medical Center. After an accident, it will be sent to the nearest clinic."

Zhou Changfeng, who became more and more confused, asked several questions one after another, and the nurse answered them one by one, but Dr. Sun frowned, realizing that the symptoms of the officer who had a car accident in front of him were unusual.

He pondered and said: "Mr. actually forgot so many things? Could it be that he was hit suddenly...so that his blood and energy were confused, his mind was weakened and he lost his mind? Wait for me for a while."

So the middle-aged doctor left, went out to call his colleagues, and started discussing outside the ward.

And Zhou Changfeng found "his" personal belongings, a document, and a pistol on the bedside table?
Zhou Changfeng was stunned by the four big characters printed on the cover of the former—an official letter from the army? ? ?
It's even more amazing when you open it. Although it's in simplified Chinese, it's typesetting vertically and on the left; moreover, the more you look at the content, the more startled Zhou Changfeng becomes.

His name is the same as his own, and his military rank is Major of the Army, his Brigade Branch is Infantry, his hometown is Wuchang County, Wuhan Prefecture, his unit is the Third Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Guard, and his position is the First Battalion...

This, this... what the hell is this?

With his head full of black lines, he now only feels that there are ten thousand muddy horses running past in his heart-he was punished for being demobilized early, but there was an accident while helping others on the way home, and he fell into this outrageous situation when he fainted and woke up?
time travel?Take home?
Just as he was looking at himself in the mirror and thinking wildly, he heard new voices suddenly appearing outside, and they chattered quickly.

"...It's fine that there is no broken bone or anything, just a small injury." It was a carefree male voice.

"...May I allow you to visit me for a while? I want to thank you." It was a soft female voice.

As they spoke, a tall officer with a square face came in; then followed by a young woman in a long gown with a collar.

The former looked Zhou Changfeng up and down a few times, and then complained with disdain: "What the hell are you doing, boy? He collided with that big car straight up... Tsk, you started risking your life before going to the battlefield?"

The young woman was a little dissatisfied when she heard the words, she frowned and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? If he hadn't risked his life to help, the consequences on the street... would be disastrous!"

"Heh, the troops will be dispatched tomorrow. Do you know who this guy is? Something went wrong with him, who will replace him?"

"So do you think, sir, that we ought to sit idly by?"

So the two started arguing about what you said and what you said, completely ignoring Zhou Changfeng who was still sitting next to him.

Regarding the current situation, the latter's mood has not yet calmed down. He took a deep breath, and said with some confusion: "Well... the problem is probably quite serious... Let's put it this way, I don't remember anything now."

As soon as this remark came out, both of them looked puzzled, thinking that he was joking, and it was not until two doctors came in that they reluctantly confirmed that he was telling the truth.

After that, it took more than a quarter of an hour before Zhou Changfeng roughly understood the bizarre and cold reality—is it the 36th year of Zhichang?The location is Ying Tian Mansion, the capital of Ming Dynasty?Is he a battalion officer of the Third Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Guard?
What a mess!

Who created this unrecognizable and outrageous world line?

But he doesn't seem to have much time to sigh and sigh, and he can't help but slowly accept the new identity, because the unit he belongs to will leave at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, take the train all the way west to the destination, and now...

"Are you sure I can command troops in this state?" He pointed at himself helplessly.

This world is very different from his own. He doesn't even know what kind of technical level the current war is, World War I?Interwar period?World War II?

War is a contest of life and death, so you can't be self-righteous.

The officer with a Chinese face, that is, his old friend He Cheng in the military academy, took a deep look at him, and said indifferently: "I still know how much you weigh, every time you shout I failed the test but got an honor. Clean up and I will take you back to the camp."

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, the young woman couldn't help being a little stunned. She said regretfully, "Why are you in such a hurry? I still want to go to Jiming Temple to ask for a talisman..."

He Cheng sneered casually, "When you finish asking for the talisman tomorrow, the train will arrive at Luzhou Mansion."

The young woman who thought he was not pleasing to the eye was probably annoyed by these words. She gritted her teeth and hesitated to speak. After a short hesitation, she took out a small jade pendant from her body and put it on the bedside table "slap ", then turned around and walked out without looking back.

Why is this old friend's mouth so owed?

Zhou Changfeng, who had just put on his coat and hat, looked extremely speechless, he reached out to pick up the jade pendant and before he could take a closer look, He Cheng dragged him out.

"Stop the ink! Count people, check guns, cut hair, write letters, there are a lot of things to do at night!"

(End of this chapter)