Chapter 1: Can't tell the difference between dream and reality

"With great vigor and confidence, we cross the Yalu River."

"To protect peace and the motherland is to protect our hometown."

"A good man from China..."

In the passionate chorus, there was a heroic young man, but his appearance seemed out of tune with the people around him.

He is a young man in his prime, about 20 years old, about 180 cm tall. His body is like a mountain, solid and powerful, giving people a sense of reliability.

He was wearing a neat 55-style officer uniform, with the discipline buttons buttoned up, showing his rigorous attitude and professionalism. He sat upright, dressed straight, showing his solemnity and majesty.

He has broad shoulders, short, clean-cut hair, and chiseled facial features, which together create a very masculine appearance.

The young and handsome face has sharp edges and corners, and under the thick eyebrows are a pair of deep eyes. The eyes that were originally firm and sharp now look a little blank.

“Is this rebirth?”

A trace of confusion and helplessness appeared on Liu Zhiran's face, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

He thought at first that he had simply woken up too quickly, but then he climbed back onto the table and tried to fall asleep again.

However, he found that it was not so easy, because his mind was still clear and he could not enter the dream again. He felt a little confused and tired, and didn't know what to do.

The real image in front of my eyes is like a painting. It is not a dream at all. Maybe I have really traveled through time, or maybe I have been reborn.

He tried hard to figure out why he was reborn, where he was, and what era and period it belonged to?
Start with the changes in yourself, then observe the clothes of those around you and listen to what they say.

After analyzing various situations comprehensively, he deeply felt that this was not the familiar world of the 21st century.

On the contrary, it is more like a background of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, full of a plain, simple and real atmosphere. This makes him feel that everything here seems a little strange, but full of attraction.

His current identity is no different from that of other people in the carriage, and it is more likely that he is also a brave soldier.

This can only be said to be true, such as rebirth or time travel.

How is this possible! He didn't get into a car accident, touch a high voltage switch, or die of a serious illness. He didn't encounter any of the plots that lead to time travel and rebirth!

It's outrageous that her mother opened the door for something outrageous - it's outrageous to the extreme.

You know, he was at the barbecue stall last night with some childhood friends, drinking draft beer, eating barbecue and bragging.

This morning, he suddenly woke up from his sleep and found himself on this train.

"Did I drink fake wine? That's impossible...the ones produced by the old Qindao factory are very fresh." For him, an old wine connoisseur who has been tested by alcohol at roadside stalls for many years, it is impossible. How could he not be able to tell the real from the fake after drinking fake wine?
"Forget it! Forget it! Since it has come, let's just make the best of it. Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine..."

"But I, but what about me, my wife and children? What about my parents..."

"I just bought a three-bedroom apartment with a loan and it's still not renovated. I promised my little girl that we would live together in the new home, and I haven't given her the princess room she longed for for a long time yet..."

After working hard for so many years and living frugally, the family of three finally had a home of their own when they were thirty years old. For Liu Zhiran, who knew that he would no longer have to live under someone else's roof and had to have hope in life, this was so cruel.

I was just comforting myself, but when I thought of this, I felt heartbroken and felt as if I might as well die.

Liu Zhiran really doesn't want to be reborn.

He may have imagined when reading those online novels, if I were to be reborn like this, this and that, it would be purely for his own pleasure! The mentality of Ye Gonghaolong.

Now that it has really come true, Liu Zhiran's heart is broken.

"Can I go back? There are gods and Buddhas everywhere, system gods and so on, no matter who is there, please let me go back! I will never have sweet dreams again, I will never want pie in the sky again, and I will never go to a certain place to read novels again. I am just a loser, nothing. I can't be the protagonist, I can't be the son of the plane, and I can't save the Milky Way. Just treat me like a fart..."

Liu Zhiran wailed in his heart, sincerely hoping that the great leader or the mysterious existence in the universe who had brought him here would hear his sincere prayers and let him go and send him back to where he came from.

However, after a long time, he still didn't see any great god or mysterious being who could care about him.

He was slowly becoming desperate and had no choice but to give up this futile effort.

……

The singing in the carriage slowly died down from high to low like the gurgling of water. After releasing the passion deep in their hearts, the young and heroic soldiers calmed down one by one and began to rest. They leaned against the window in deep thought or closed their eyes to rest, immersed in the brief peace.

Some people were sharing the trivia of life in low voices, while others were taking a nap leaning back in comfortable chairs, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

During a long journey, such moments are particularly precious because there is still a long way to go to the destination.

However, Liu Zhiran, who had been silent for a long time, became unwilling again and again because he thought of his family, relatives and friends, and also thought of the good life in the future.

He rubbed his cheeks hard, trying to wake himself up a little more. He felt he could still be saved.

"No, I can't just stay here. I have to save myself! How did I get here?"

While he was thinking about his troubles, he subconsciously looked around.

At this moment, his eyes happened to meet the person sitting opposite him, and he looked him up and down.

Although he was not tall, less than 1 meters, he was stout, with a face full of flesh, dark skin, bull eyes, short and thick eyebrows, and a beard like a steel needle. He looked to be in his 7s but not 20s.

He was taking out two bottles of liquor from his green army bag, on which were written a few black artistic characters: Beida Cang, and a few cans of beef captured from the American army.

Seeing Liu Zhiran's eyes on him, he turned around and spoke to him in a loud and rough voice like a fierce Zhang Fei:

"Captain, wake up! Are you hungry?"

"battalion commander?"

"I?"

The person on the other side didn't care that there was anything wrong with Liu Zhiran's tone.

He picked up a bottle of liquor and gestured, then continued:

"Haha, look! I have two bottles of good wine. They were brought by my comrades of the same year when they came to visit me in our regiment. I heard that they are high-proof liquor produced in our old garrison. What's its name? Beida Cang."

"I didn't want to drink it at that time. I'm so happy now. We are finally going back home. Besides, we don't have much to do on the way. Let's finish it together and relax."

"This is the first time for both of us to drink this brand. I wonder if you are used to it..."

As he said this, he took out his green enamel water cup and motioned for Liu Zhiran to pick up his cup and pour the wine.

"What's up? Want a bite?"

Liu Zhiran didn't know who the comrade in arms opposite him was. He just subconsciously looked at his own clothes.

He was wearing a yellow-green officer's uniform, and on his epaulettes there was a silver star between two red lines on a yellow background.

"Wow! He's a major! This guy is quite capable!"

I took another look and the face reflected in the car window looked particularly young.

"Twenty years old?"

It seems that this person is not a pushover. These days are different from before the founding of the People's Republic of China. To be able to reach his current status, he must have a strong background or be a tough battlefield character with strong military skills, high political literacy, and courage to fight and make countless contributions.

(End of this chapter)