Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Dialect classmates, remember, take your own life as the most important thing, and don't be brave in everything..."

Dialect looked at the old man in front of him, listened to his constant exhortations, and nodded heavily.

Now Huang Zhenguo is much more haggard than when Dialect met for the first time. During this period of time, the heavy workload of work and the reason of staying up late today made the old man even older.

"Professor, it's time." A staff member ran over and said to Huang Zhenguo.

Huang Zhenguo nodded to the staff, sighed, and said softly to the dialect: "Go, child, you must survive."

Dialect held back the tears that were about to overflow, raised his head and took a deep breath, and walked towards the center of the field. This was the first time Dialect felt that he was not so lonely when he was traveling.

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Standing in the open space, with a backpack already loaded with various supplies on his back, Dialect took the firearm handed over by the staff on the side and put it on himself.

He made an OK gesture to Professor Huang, and the center of the venue was empty, leaving only a bunch of scientific research machines ready to capture the scene of dialect crossing.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0!

When the staff counted to 0, Dialect seemed to be being pulled, his whole body instantly turned into a spot of light and disappeared in the center of the field.

"Quantum form..." Professor Huang murmured.

The whole venue was in chaos, and soon, a piece of information reached the center of Zhongnanhai.

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In an alley, a figure suddenly appeared here, this is the dialect that came from crossing.

Dilapidated and dirty, the houses on both sides are made of cement and bricks. The mottled walls are old and new, and there are also cracks. The houses outside the street are also dilapidated and pedestrians are common. Blue and black cotton clothes, from time to time you can see running by...

Kuomintang soldiers?

Dialect looked at the costume often seen in anti-Japanese dramas, and thought to himself, this time and space should be from the period of the Republic of China to the end of the Anti-Japanese War.

After thinking about it, he walked towards the depths of the alley, blocked the view from the outside with the two backpacks next to him, and put down the backpack on his body.

This is so heavy!

Dialect grinned, rubbed his shoulders, pulled the rifle in front of him onto his back, and opened his backpack.

Packs of plastic-sealed items are sorted into backpacks, and different bags also have their own corresponding labels.

Dialect first took out a small bag with the words "winter combat uniform", and after taking out a winter clothing, he changed it in this alley.

After 14 days of "simple" military training, he can see smooth and explosive muscles in today's dialect. He was originally 178, and after several times of crossing and training, he has also reversed his age again. Increased to 180.

The young college student's face has disappeared, with a hint of perseverance and steadiness.

After changing, Dialect put the magazines, firearms, grenades, sabers and other items on the ground on the combat uniform, then squatted down and began to rummage over the rest...

First aid kit, this is fine.

Ammo box, this is not bad.

Compressed food and canned food…

"Duoooooooo~~~"

A rapid and harsh sound resounded over the city, which was no stranger to him in modern times. It was the sound of an air defense alarm.

Dialect stood up, looked around, and prepared to find a place to hide. In this era, the sound of this sound undoubtedly means that this place will be attacked by air, so it should be during the period of resistance to Japan.

Could it be Chongqing?

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The originally chaotic situation on the street began to get out of control. No, you could hear the cries and footsteps running from outside...

Picking up the small bags that he had prepared on the side, he stuffed them into them randomly. Dialect didn't care about picking out the rest on the ground, and hurried out of the alley.

A buzzing sound began to sound in the sky. He raised his head and glanced at the bombers and fighter jets of World War II with obvious styles. He turned his eyes back to the street again, and a group of Kuomintang soldiers were running from a distance...

Dialect rolled his eyes, instead of following the crowd fleeing in chaos on the street, he chased the soldiers and ran with the tail hanging from the team.

Generally speaking, the soldiers guarding the city will know the location of the nearest air-raid shelter. Even if they don't go to the air-raid shelter, I believe that he can sneak into the place of escape with his clothes.

Dialect really wished he had four legs at the moment, and the buzzing sound was getting louder and louder, which was a sign that the plane was getting closer and closer to him.

No!

He stopped slowly, ignoring the Kuomintang soldiers who were running farther and farther ahead and disappeared around the corner.

Buzz had already come to the sky above Dialect. He looked up and saw no black spots in the sky that looked like cannonballs. Instead, he could faintly see a white light in the sky...

Squinting, it was a piece of white paper that was constantly flying in the air.

It doesn't seem to be an air strike. If it was an air strike, I would hear the sound of shells exploding when I was running, but now I don't.

Secondly, the sound of the air defense alarm was not far from the time when the plane appeared in the sky, so this should be the front line of the war, the front line of the Anti-Japanese War.

Dialect looked at the pieces of paper flying in the sky, turned around and walked towards the original alley. He still needed to continue to organize his backpack. Even though he had cleaned out some things that were not applicable in this era, it still looked bulky.

The group of people from the National Security Bureau packed too many things in it, too many things, and even a box of Durex...

Returning to the alley again, Dialect took off his backpack. He felt that the whole person was relieved several times. He slowly opened the backpack and started to check the rest of the things.

The anti-aircraft alarm sounded all over the streets again, and the buzzing sounded again. Dialect raised his head, hummed a song and continued to organize his backpack.

Tossing the bags of unnecessary things aside, and then putting the useful things in front of him, looking at the finally clean backpack, the dialect breathed a sigh of relief, and there was already a pile on the ground beside him. hill.

After tearing open the plastic bag marked with the small backpack, Dialect took out a normal-sized marching backpack and put in the things he thought was useful.

Gold, first aid kit, flashlight…

After finishing everything, Dialect stood up and moved his legs that were sore from holding one position for a long time. Dialect put the rest of the things on the ground into a large backpack and hid it in a corner of the alley.

He picked up a much lighter backpack and put it on his shoulders. Dialect felt the weight. It was no heavier than when he was off-road, which was less than 20 kilograms.

With a slight smile, Dialect picked up a piece of white paper beside the wall at the entrance of the alley, thinking about what Little Japan had written on it, but this sight made him freeze...

Millions of imperial troops have swept across the south of the Yangtze River

Nanjing City is under siege...