Movie World Traveller

Is he really going to be a quiet little white face in the future?

No no no

He suddenly thought that he actually had a job. Isn't his job just a cosmic takeaway brother? Collecting things and feelings for those customers is his job, just a little different from ordinary people.

Huh ~

Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, he was not an idler.

Just when Jiang Hao was feeling that he was a working person, a “ding” system prompt sounded in his head.

He's sure this is not a WeChat alert tone.

Is there a new mission so soon? !!

Jiang Hao quickly opened the system panel to check it. After he watched it, he was silent. Then he clenched his fists and murmured in his mouth, "This task is very dangerous, but even if it is dangerous, Lao Tzu also took it. Chinese people."

"The system prompts that a customer watched the movie" Jinling Thirteen Men "and was shocked by the brutal killings in the movie."

"The client requested to enter the movie world and kill the Japanese soldiers to collect 'killing values.'"

"Mission description: There is no upper limit for this mission. Harvesting 10,000 kill values ​​is the completion of the mission. There is no forced return. The more kills you collect, the more rewards you get."

"Another note: In order to motivate the idiot collector, the reward is announced in advance, and a little kill value is redeemed for one day of life. The collector, how much life can be increased, is in your own hands."

"Another note: yes, the previous mission" Iron Warrior "was also posted by me. If I had salted fish again this time, I would never leave the mission again."

"Mission order: May I ask if the collector takes the order?"

Closing the system panel, Jiang Hao opened his mobile phone player and watched the movie ‘Jinling Thirteen Men’ again. He had watched it a few times before, but he was going to watch it a few more times and remembered the movie in his mind.

On December 13, 1937, the Japanese invaders captured Nanjing and some officials fled the city. Tens of thousands of Chinese people have become captives, hundreds of thousands of Chinese people have been brutally killed, and the whole city of Nanjing has become a dead place.

That túshā was called "the darkest page in the history of modern civilization",

On that day, the Japanese artillery fire opened the gates of Nanjing, and the extinct human aggressors carried out a massive túshā for six weeks against the defenseless Chinese civilians.

The screams rose, heartbreaking, corpses everywhere, shocking, the ancient capital of the ten dynasties, the gold powder of the six dynasties, and it was destroyed, and more than 300,000 live lives were slaughtered.

This is a shadow that a country and a nation can never erase, and a sorrow that can never be forgotten! This is a history of blood and tears, a history of suffering, and a history of humiliation!

As for the story of the group of schoolgirls and several firework women, it is just a scene from the entire Nanjing University of Túshā ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Check the information.

Jiang Hao decided to read all that history and all the information he could see. He didn't know if it was useful or not, and what he could use. In short, he wanted to see it.

Walking in the street,

Looking at the crowds of shuttles, laughing children, couples walking hand in hand, Jiang Hao suddenly gave birth to a feeling that today's happy life is really hard to come by, and it was paved with blood by countless martyrs.

Jiang Hao's private library was expanded again, and tens of thousands of books were added at once, not only including the historical data of that túshā, but also all the battles of the Japanese army's invasion of China, their layout, personnel, generals, action strategies, China Japan relations, world environment and so on.

Zhou Xinyan occasionally came to Jiang Hao's study and looked at the piles of books with emotion, "Can you finish reading so many books?"

"Look slowly." Jiang Hao said.

Zhou Yanyan flipped through some of the top books, and read the names gently: "History of the Japanese Army's Eight Years of Anti-Japanese War", "Anti-Japanese War", "Unforgettable Anti-Japanese War", "History of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War", "July 7 Incident" , "August 13 Songhu Anti-Japanese War", "Nanjing Defence War", "Xuzhou Battle", "Wuhan Battle", "Central Plains Anti-Japanese War", "Jin-Sui Anti-Japanese War", "Hunan Fourth Congress", "Min-Zhe-Gan Anti-Japanese War" , "Anti-Japanese War in Guangdong, Guangxi, Guizhou and Yunnan", "Expedition to India-Myanmar Anti-Japanese War", "Strong Mountains and Rivers of the National Anti-Japanese War", "Archive of the Republic of China" ...

"My God, all are books about the War of Resistance Against Japan. Why do you like to study that history?" Zhou Xinyan asked.

"Forgetting history means betrayal, the Jews have said that the Chinese are too easy to forget something, Nanjing Túshā, more than 300,000 compatriots, 14 years of resistance, 35 million soldiers and civilians," Jiang Hao said gently.

...

One month passed and Jiang Hao kept reading while adjusting his condition. This day, Zhou Xinyan went to work, Jiang Hao came to his home, and said in a chair, it was time to start.

Open the system panel.

Ideas focus on the Accept Task button.

Brush ~

Jiang Hao's figure disappeared into the room.

Next moment,

Jiang Hao only felt a cold burrow through his skin into his body. Jiang Hao looked at himself, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and big pants, and a pair of slippers on his feet. By the way, this was not his clothes before crossing. .

No memory at all.

This time it was completely naked. He was Jiang Hao. The original himself, the system did not assign him an identity, not even a little disguise, so he pulled him in stiffly.

There was a smoke around, and the nose was full of smoke of smoke, and the houses around it collapsed, leaving only a pile of remnants and broken walls. There were still fire and rising smoke in the distance. Jiang Hao could also hear the sound of qiāng cannons from the music.

Just as Jiang Hao was thinking about what to do, he suddenly heard a scream from the woman in the distant house.

"Ah ~~ Bastards, let me go."

"Ah ~~"

Jiang Hao twisted his eyes, picked up a thick wooden stick next to him, and ran towards the place where the woman screamed.

This is a half-collapsed courtyard with two intact houses inside. The screams came from there. Jiang Hao rushed in. The door didn't close. He rushed into the house. Here, I saw a Japanese soldier holding a qiāng standing in front of the door, while another guy had taken off his pants and was pressing a woman for violence.

Jiang Hao rushed in, and the soldier holding qiāng turned sharply, and the bayonet in his hand pointed at Jiang Hao, and he was about to stab it out.

"I'll go to you!"

Jiang Hao roared, and the stick in his hand stabbed at the head of the Japanese soldier in a long qiāng pose. The stick did not have a sharp point, and he did not wear a person at all, but this did not stop it from killing. The position of the temple of the Japanese soldier, the huge power, let the Japanese soldier's head suddenly pinched on the wall.

"Snapped!"

The Japanese soldier's head suddenly shattered into slag, and the blood brain was scattered on the ground. More than that, Jiang Hao came out with resentment and exerted his full strength. After the wooden stick banged the Japanese soldier's head, he hit the wall again, stiffly. Cut a hole out of the wall.

"what!"

Another Japan heard the movement behind, just turned half a body, Jiang Hao has approached, grabbed his neck with his bare hands and twisted backwards,

Click.

The Japanese soldier's neck was turned bluntly 250 degrees, and his body fell to the ground with a splash, and when he fell, his shameful part was exposed.

The woman was not struggling at the moment, looking at the roof empty, as if the soul had dissipated. At this moment, the woman's clothes were stripped, and Jiang Hao said, "Put on your clothes." Then she stepped back.

"Ah ~ ah ~"

There were several screams of a woman screaming in the room, and then several sounds of bayonet stabbing into the meat. Jiang Hao trembled but did not move. After two minutes, Jiang Hao entered the house and saw the Japanese soldier on the ground. He stabbed a few knives with a bayonet, dripping blood.

And the woman penetrated her chest with bǐshǒu.

Jiang Hao quietly exited the room ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and began to pick up the military jacket of the devils soldier who banged his head. This guy is shorter than Jiang Hao, but the number of the military uniform is generally too large, and Jiang Hao is barely able to Put it on.

There was a lot of blood on the collar. Jiang Hao was a clean person, but he couldn't care much about it now.

Pack up the two Japanese soldiers' equipment, one set on your body, and the other set of income space.

There are two qiāng caps, two melon mines, four bullets and four, a total of 180 rounds, two bayonet knives, and two backpacks. Each of the Japanese backpacks contains a lot of supplies, military blankets, dry food, raincoats, infantry Spade, kettle, lunch box, goggles, gloves, first aid kit and the like.

He turned to look at the woman's body again, found an oil in the house, slammed it on the windowsill, and took out a lighter to light it.

The fire was burning.

Jiang Hao took the helmet and buckled it on his head.

From now on I will only do one thing, kill kill! !! !!