Time Traveler

Liu Yan turned his head to look at another carriage. It was also a carriage full of Soviet Army soldiers. He said that it was too late and it was fast. He quickly pulled out two Soviet-style grenade from his waist and hooked the safety pin with his index finger alternately with both hands, like Throwing a thunder like a bowling ball.

Two billowing grenades rolled along the smooth floor of the train to the feet of Soviet soldiers. The people in the carriages exploded. Some people bent down and tried to pick up the grenades. Some people jumped with fright, and others went into the car. Drilling outside the window, grenades rolled around between the big boots, making a crash.

　　 Two passenger cars full of soldiers exploded at the same time. The bullets, grenades, and rocket launchers carried by more than 200 soldiers were all detonated. The power can be imagined. The fragments of limbs and various debris were thrown 100 meters away with the air waves.

The members of the traversing group were not harmed because their vigilance had been raised to the highest level. They looked for cover when they saw Liu Yan straight out of the car. They all lay on the reverse **** of the platform, except for their ears. It hurts, and the rest is fine.

Liu Yan immediately moved and shouted: "Seize the train!" rushed to the front of the train. Lei Meng and others rushed up. The international train was very long. The only thing that exploded was the hard-seat car in the middle and the soft-sleeper car in front. Suffered and caught fire, several burning men wailed and jumped out of the car. Liu Yan raised his gun to end their pain.

The international trains are still steam locomotives. Behind the locomotive is a carriage for transporting coal, and then there is a soft sleeper. Liu Yan rushed into the first car. After killing several resisters, someone in the soft sleeper shot him. Using a Makarov pistol, the bullet flew over the scalp. Liu Yan shot it straight. The bullet penetrated the wall and killed the enemy. The corpse fell heavily to the ground, and the big brimmed hat fell to the ground revealing a blond hair. He was a young adjutant.

Liu Yanzhi continued to search and advance, killing all the Soviet troops in the entire carriage. He walked into the soft-sleeper box just now and saw a corpse lying on the window. He was probably shot to death when he wanted to jump through the window to escape. His military uniform was slightly different. The riding boots were polished brightly and they were longer than the boots of ordinary soldiers. The brown breeches were lined with red trousers. Liu Yan directly asked with a throat microphone: "Old Lin, who is the red trousers?"

　　 "It's a general, a Soviet general." Lao Lin said out of breath. Although he often exercises, he is after all an elder in his eighties. Under such an intense battle, he is already exhausted and has no effect.

　　 "You are on the first soft sleeper." Liu Yan switched channels and asked Lei Meng again: "Is the front of the car down?"

　　 "I have succeeded, but the driver and the fireman were killed by me. I still can't drive the steam locomotive." Lei Meng replied.

　　 "Let Lao Lin go, he knows everything." The party's patriotic voice came in.

The Soviet infantry who reacted at this time had already launched an offensive towards the front of the vehicle. The Russians’ combat attributes were often brought into full play at critical moments. The tragic deaths of their comrades inspired their wildness. A large brown figure opened fire. While assaulting, the weak-willed opponent had to pee when seeing this scene.

Lao Lin, Guo Lao also related to Lu. Several people with relatively poor physique were still behind. They were stubbornly suppressed by the firepower of the Soviet army and unable to move forward. Liu Yan jumped into the car, splashing bullet rain on the fan, and finished one in a flash. The magazine, then replaced with a new magazine and continued to dig to the end. The fierce firepower temporarily suppressed the enemy, but the barrel was already red.

Lao Lin did all the vehicles that had fallen behind. He didn't even need to be there in person. He taught Lei Meng how to drive on the walkie-talkie. The train started slowly, and the party patriotic ran fast. He got on the car first, followed by Lao Lin, panting. When they came up, the tired ones were about to vomit blood. Only Guan Lu dragged Mr. Guo to jog behind, and the original pillars held guns to cover them.

　　 Liu Yan threw a smoke bomb directly and jumped out of the car and ran towards him. Old Guo, who was already unable to run, felt his body light, and his whole body was like clouds and fog. A few seconds later he entered the warm car.

Guan Lu dropped the things on her body to reduce weight while running. The train was getting faster and faster. The bullets hit one after another, splashing dust and smoke all the way. At this moment they had already ran out of the platform, and the wind took Guan Lu's hair. Blowing backwards, the female doctor looked painful, like an amateur running a marathon.

"Hurry up!" Liu Yan stretched out his hand and Guan Lu yelled. He ran a few steps and grabbed Liu Yanzhi's hand. He dragged him onto the carriage, lying on the floor, panting heavily, and didn't move anymore. .

　　 There is also the original pillar. He is in charge of the back of the palace. After lighting up the last magazine, he threw the gun, strode to catch up, jumped, grabbed Liu Yanzhi's hand, and grinned.

　　 Suddenly he shook his body, his eyes solidified, and a line of blood bloomed on his chest. It turned out that a few Soviet soldiers climbed onto the burning carriage and chased from the train. They shot and hit the original pillar.

　　 Liu Yan raised his gun and swept away, threw another grenade, and took advantage of the explosion to remove the hooks of the two carriages.

　　 The locomotive lightened the burden, and the speed increased greatly. Lei Meng learned that everyone had got on the train, sounded the siren, and the train moved forward at the highest speed.

Liu Yanzhi put the original pillar on the floor and bandaged his wound. He was injured too badly. He was hit by five rifle bullets at close range, all of which were penetrating wounds. The lungs were all penetrated, and his mouth kept bleeding. It's not working.

　　 "Pillar, you hold on." Liu Yan pulled open a first aid kit, and a bandage cotton ball or something was pressed on the wound and quickly soaked with blood.

　　 "There is no help." Old Lin shook his head and said.

　　 Liu Yan was silent, the pillar was gone, and the original pillar was gone again. Is this some kind of curse? The person who gets the special gene must die. He found a white sheet from the box to cover the face of the pillar.

The train was advancing rhythmically, and the trees on both sides retreated quickly. Behind them, the war was going on. In front of the position of the Independence regiment, there was an endless sea of ​​Soviet tanks. The torrent of steel was devastated and rotten. It is crushed into powder.

　　 "Which station is ahead?" Dang Aiguo asked.

　　 "Two directions, Datong to the south and Zhangjiakou to the east." Lao Lin said

　　 "Go to Zhangjiakou." The Party Patriotic made a decision, "Zhangjiakou has more troops and is relatively safe."

　　 Out of the window is a fertile field of thousands of miles. It seems that I can’t feel the atmosphere of the war. Old Guo finally got his breath well, took the tea cup that Guan Lu handed over, and said gratefully: "Thank you."

　　 "You're welcome." Guan Lu smiled. She has long admired Old Guo's name as the poet. At this time, she couldn't help saying: "I like your poetry very much, it is beautiful."

　　 Mr. Guo was a little proud, thinking he was getting closer, he asked: "Little comrade, which part of you are you on earth?"

　　 "We..." Guan Lu didn't know how to lie, and looked at Dang Paiguo with his help-seeking eyes.

　　 "We are here for meteorite iron." The party said patriotically, "Can Old Guo help us."

　　 "First of all, I need to know your identities." Knowing that the other party is asking for himself, Guo Lao held up, held up his glasses, and straightened his clothes, so he could take his time.

　　 "I can only tell you that we are patriots, the children of China, and the others involve high confidentiality. You don't know it as well." Dang Paiguo Road.

"Don't even the Prime Minister have the right to know about the secret level?" Old Guo was puzzled. The other party was obviously not the so-called Soviet revision spies, because they killed too many Soviet soldiers. This is not the case with bitter tricks, but it will not be our country. Secret Service, because even the Prime Minister did not know their existence.

　　 "Because we are not in the same dimension." Dang Aiguo said. Although Mr. Guo is shameless, he has an excellent IQ. He is a great Confucian, especially in archaeology, and he can tell the truth to such people.

"Dimensions?" Old Guo was shocked. He understood the meaning of dimensions in the fields of physics and philosophy. The ordinary three-dimensional space is length, width and height. The fourth dimension is the time dimension proposed by Einstein, that is, These people came from another time and space in China, no wonder the highest authorities did not even know.

"I won't introduce more detailed information, so you can understand." Dang Aiguo said, "We are here for that strange alien visitor. I believe there is a reason why the state sent Mr. Guo to preside over the investigation. According to you As you know, has there ever been the same meteorite in history?"

"I'll settle down first." Guo Moruo took a sip of tea and thought quickly. He served as the dean of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the director of the Institute of History. He wrote "Research on Ancient Chinese Society", and his research on oracle bone inscriptions is domestic First-class, and based on this, he was selected as a member of the Academia Sinica by the Kuomintang government in 1948. In the process of research, he read a large number of original ancient books, and there are countless tortoise shells carved with oracle bone inscriptions. These conditions are all experienced. Experts after the "broken four olds" can't compare.

　　 Locomotive, Lei Meng steered the train forward. Yu Han took off his coat and shoveled coal into the furnace with sweat. The high-quality Datong coal was burning, and thick black smoke came out from the chimney of the steam locomotive.

"Yes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" After not knowing how long it took, Old Guo suddenly cut the railroad, "I once read a bamboo slip of the Han Dynasty, and there is a record on it, saying that the mountain woodcutter ate the heavenly palace sent by the immortal. Food has become so powerful since then. I thought it was myth and folklore at the time, but now it seems to be true."

　　The party patriotism is very interested, and immediately asked: "What is the specific age, where, and who, do you remember, where are the bamboo slips now kept?"

Old Guo shook his head: "I only remember the general plot, and I forgot the specific data. Besides, the ancient records are often freehand. They only talk about the period of the Eastern Han Dynasty without mentioning the specific year, month and day. As for the bamboo slips, it is a former Central University old man. It was collected by the professor. Two years ago, his home was copied by the Red Guards. All the materials were burned, and the man also hanged himself."

　　 The corners of the party’s patriotic mouth twitched. How many treasures of the Chinese nation have disappeared in this political catastrophe, but he has a way, the big deal is to return to the Republic of China to find this professor.

　　 "You always remember his name." Dang Aiguo Road.

Guo Laogang was about to answer. Suddenly he saw the dead original pillar twitching, and a horrified Ji Ling stood up. Everyone followed his gaze. Liu Yan went forward and lifted the bed sheet, only to see the original pillar stretched out. He was lazy and opened his eyes, and the blood-stained bandage on his chest had solidified.

　　 Liu Yan tore open his military uniform and inspected the wound on his back. The bullet holes in which the five bullets entered had healed.

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