Chapter 1

1937, the thirteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar.

Zhabei.

The weather is unusually sultry, the robins on the trees are endlessly chirping, the air one breathes carries a hot smell, and people are looking forward to an autumn rain to cool down this hot day.

Hoo hoo ……

Cheng Mo violently sat up on his back, drew a breath, and then took a big breath of air, suffocated, he just dreamed of his own childhood fall into the water, that suffocating fear, has been in many years later, still exists.

Four neck sweat flow, all wet, undershirt attached to the skin, very uncomfortable, what is going on, they are not open air conditioning to sleep, is it a power outage?

But when he noticed the environment he was in, he was a bit silly, this is clearly not their own room, their own house is old, but there is no such simple as what we see now, right?

What’s going on here, the old-fashioned desk, a “creaking” sound of the pine single bed, elm desk, are off the paint, a Republic of China-style lamp, a basin rack at the door, washed yellow towels ……

There are also a lot of postcards on the wall, there is a painting, is singing in costume, a look is actually master Mei Lanfang, just the color faded a lot.

What’s going on here?

The hand-torn calendar hanging in the doorway is clearly written on the “Republic of China twenty-six years”.

It’s over, it’s over ……

This is not a game.

This is not a game, because all of this is real, he can hear, touch.

This is also not a movie, because the face in the mirror is young, angular, people are not at all the memory of that disheveled middle-aged greasy face.

Cheng Mo a heart all of a sudden cold.

Ouch!

Cheng Mo hands holding his head screamed, “thud” fell to the floor.

A sharp pain came from the depths of his mind, and it was as if something had exploded in his head.

Countless fragments and information poured into his memory, forcibly fusing with his original memories, and this process probably lasted for almost a quarter of an hour, until he was able to tolerate the pain, and then climbed up from the floor once again.

When he realized who he was now, his mind instantly collapsed!

He actually returned to the eve of the outbreak of the Songhu Battle more than eighty years ago.

And also in Zhabei, where the fighting was the most grueling!

The identity of his body, is a bank (four lines of joint savings office) small staff, small Karami a, in the chaotic world, no power, no power, not to mention any backing!

How the hell can he live?

What made him most desperate was that the entire Zhabei area, those who could afford it began to drag their families to the Concession, leaving those who couldn’t help it, or couldn’t leave, these people, in the end, were likely to become the victims of artillery fire.

He was arranged to become a stay-behind.

Why he was arranged to stay behind, is not because he is just arrived not long ago, will not flatter the superior, and no backstage.

Looking at the hand-torn calendar on the wall, today’s the 8th, Autumn, or Monday, it’s time to go to work again.

He is thinking about whether to pack up things to run away, which stay, only waiting for death, once the war, the bullet is not long eyes, they do not have divine protection.

God summoned half a day, what system, the golden finger, all have not.

Just when Cheng Mo was at a loss, six godless moment.

At this time, a sharp knock sounded.

Cheng Mo looked up sharply, sweat dripping down from his forehead, who else was looking for him at this time? For a moment he was surprisingly scared and somewhat afraid to make a sound, but listened to the urgent knocking outside.

An anxious female voice outside the door, “Xiao Mo, are you there, open the door!”

Cheng Mo’s guard was loosened at once, and he was busy putting on a voice that had not yet woken up: “Who is it? Early in the morning ……”

A scolding voice instantly came from outside the door, “Brat, what time is it, still not get up?”

Cheng Mo’s memory immediately popped up a person with this voice features overlap: “sister”, no, not his sister, should be this body’s sister.

Hurriedly walked over and pulled the door open from the inside, only to see the doorway stood a young woman of about thirty years old, silk cheongsam wrapped around the shapely body, a pair of cowhide sandals, slender hands holding a handbag, a look at that workmanship is very exquisite, Cheng Mo saw the handbag on the familiar trademark in the latter part of the world.

“Sister, why are you here?” Cheng Mo rubbed his eyes and asked with his eyes half-opened.

“If I didn’t come, how would I know that you’ve been counted on and arranged to stay behind?” As soon as Cheng Hua entered the door, he gave a questioning cry in a bad mood.

Cheng Mo didn’t know what to say, at this point he wasn’t counted as her brother.

“You ah, since childhood, the temper is stubborn, who do not listen to the words, this is good, the war is to die, I’m just you so a younger brother, if you have a long and short, let sister me how to do?” Cheng Hua started counting as soon as he entered the door.

“Sister, things have come to this, it is too late to say this now ……” For a time, I still can not figure out the relationship between this sister and brother and the way to get along, and I dare not speak more.

“Hey, I am also exasperated by you, sis knows that you come back from your studies, and you are bent on serving your country, since you have to be like this, sis can’t persuade you, and can only let you be.” Cheng Hua sighed and said.

What? No more persuasion!

Cheng Mo raised his head in surprise, this thing just passed, sis, why don’t you persuade me a little more, if you persuade me again, maybe I’ll agree to it?

Searching for memory, he already knew the identity of this sister of his own, actually is the third aunt of the commander of the Shanghai police reserve Yang Hu, and Chiang are called brother and brother of the big man, want to get him to the safe zone of the rental world, that is not a word of the matter.

Wait, sister Cheng Hua ……

Cheng Mo’s mind was like a bolt from the blue, in front of this flavorful, enchanting sister could not be the legendary “Huamei”, right?

As a senior writer who has been involved in the online writing world for more than twenty years, this name is like a thunderclap.

Such a bullish woman is actually their own sister, it is unlikely, their own “Hua Mei” is also considered to understand, she is indeed a brother called “Cheng Mo”, but has died early.

What’s going on here? You’re on the wrong set, you’ve got the wrong script, right?

No, the God of Thieves should not play with himself like this, or give himself a hidden backer and capital.

But follow Dai boss mixing, it seems that there is no good end, they should go to the organization, right, find the organization ……

Cheng Mo’s mind was filled with thoughts for a moment, and he didn’t hear what Cheng Hua was saying at all.

“Froze what, sis talk to you, look at you this stinking sweat, told you to buy a fan, you are not refusing ……”

“Sister, long ago pulled the power limit.”

“Rather forgot about this, now even if you have an electric fan, you can’t use it.” Cheng Hua nodded, “The last time you gave me something I prepared for you, in the doorway car downstairs, this car is also left to you.”

“Sister ……” Cheng Mo’s nose was sore, it’s good to have a sister.

“This is five hundred French dollars, you take, sis can give you so much, protect yourself, sis does not want to next year’s Qingming Festival to go to your grave to burn paper.” Cheng Hua took out a bunch of banknotes from her purse and put them into Cheng Mo’s hands, her eyes reddened, and she almost couldn’t stop her tears from coming out.

Cheng Mo didn’t excuse himself, right now, he had nothing, how would he be so pedantic as to refuse this only help that he could own.

Without money, how can he survive?

Cheng Mo sent down, looked at his sister Cheng Hua on a black “Dodge” car, quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

The door stays a side three-wheeled, Cheng Mo look at the model, actually is a very rare British Norton BIGFOUR633 model three-wheeled motorcycle.

In this world, riding such a motorcycle on the street, that is the most beautiful cub!

Under the seat of the side car, Cheng Mo found a leather box, not too big, here should be the things Cheng Hua prepared for him.

It seems like he still asked for it himself.

Carrying it upstairs, closing the door and opening it, he couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

Browning M1911 pistol a pistol, .45 caliber, this is a classic famous gun, as a pseudo military fan of how much he would like to collect so a, but the law does not allow.

There is no man who doesn’t love guns.

Bullets are not much, there are one hundred and twenty rounds, and then a map, marked in detail in the area north of the Suzhou River to build the various fortifications as well as the location of the air raid shelters, the value of this map in the present day, is simply priceless.

Then there was an identity document, naturally a forgery, but if the sister was really the “Chinese sister”, this fake identity could also be real.

The last is a set of clothes, even shoes, from the style, is the Japanese youth student clothing, reached out and touched, actually pulled out a student ID card from the jacket pocket …….

Sister, you are really meticulous.

Now he is basically able to determine, sister Cheng Hua is the first beauty of the junta known as “Hua sister”.

These things are not something that ordinary people can buy.

Little wind back to the spy, the old book slowly winding down, no way, the old book has been unable to get up, can only endure the pain of the end, back to the old track, to start again, the sky and the earth, eat the biggest!