Chapter 4: The System Appears

You can say that the Chinese Army has been constantly defeated.

But you absolutely cannot say that the Chinese Army lacks blood, that the war has reached a point of ammunition and food exhaustion, that two to three million soldiers have been killed or wounded, and that civilian casualties are incalculable.

China and Japan, that is a deep sea of blood feud.

Look at such an army, wearing straw sandals, going abroad to fight the Japanese invaders; even so, its weapons and equipment are already among the best in the country.

It includes not only the Quinary Army but also the Senary Army's soldiers.

The troops stretched beyond sight, and only when his body could barely stand did Jiang Anguo have Xiao Si take him back.

Through investigation, Jiang Anguo roughly understood why he fainted while riding a Horse; he is an aspiring youth, but without weapons he planned to go to Tengchong to recruit, only to find that the campaign went badly and he died before even reaching, pretending to be foolish on the Horse.

Fortunately, Xiao Si took meticulous care; otherwise his family wouldn't know about this, and Dai Anlan only learned of it after arriving at Tengchong, leaving him at a loss for words.

"Xiao Si, how much money do we still have?" Jiang Anguo asked.

Money is needed to recruit; otherwise it's just slogans. Jiang Anguo considers himself lacking masterful eloquence and the charm of a failed Austrian painter.

Xiao Si pulled out a few silver dollars from his pocket, "Young Master, these are all we have left."

Jiang Anguo took them, a total of seven silver dollars; that seems enough for about a month of meals, but they must still be frugal. With the war tightening, food is scarce and may still not be enough.

He glanced at the gun in his hand, unsure if it had ever killed anyone; if it can't work, he'll just block with it.

Xiao Si went out, boiled some porridge, and returned.

The porridge had some wild vegetables on top, apparently gathered by Xiao Si; Xiao Si grinned, and Jiang Anguo's bowl also contained an egg.

Jiang Anguo lifted the egg out and placed it into Xiao Si's bowl.

"Xiao Si, you eat this egg; I'm fine. You look thin, eat more," Jiang Anguo said, then blew on the porridge to cool it.

He had never seen porridge taste so good.

Xiao Si hadn't had an egg in a long time; the front is tight on supplies, the rear is also strained, and in fact the rear has no surplus food, with nowhere to obtain it.

The war draws ever closer to the small town on the southeast border; foreign supplies and those from overseas Chinese supporting the country are dwindling.

If the southeast conflict erupts, Jiang Anguo is uncertain what will happen to him.

Whether to go to the far northwest, go abroad, retreat into Chongqing, or head to Sichuan, the Sichuan Basin—anyway it's already deep rear, definitely safe.

But Japan has arrived; what about the people of Tengchong, what about the people of this southwest region.

Jiang Anguo is not great; he constantly feels he has time‑traveled, and that he must do something.

After eating the porridge, Jiang Anguo walked around the courtyard, pacing back and forth, "Xiao Si, is this courtyard ours?"

The courtyard is quite large; there's really no way, this courtyard could even be sold now.

"Young Master, we bought this when we first arrived, spending five hundred dollars," Xiao Si said, carrying the porridge out.

Jiang Anguo nodded; the house is still quite valuable now, but he doesn't know what will happen after the Japanese arrive.

No, they cannot let the Japanese so easily penetrate China's interior; the terrain around Tengchong is rugged, and if the Japanese Army captures it, retaking it would cost a huge price.

But he seems to have no way.

"Host binding..."

Jiang Anguo wanted to cry; he heard the voice he wanted to hear—the system, which came with his time travel.

Otherwise, with this body, what could he do? He has less than three pieces of muscle, but he looks like a pretty face.

He could lie down and wait for the war to end, but he thinks about killing more Little Devils.

If there were no system, he wouldn't even be sure whether stepping onto the battlefield would get him swept away in a wave.

"Binding successful, WarSystem activated."

"System, what functions do you have!" Jiang Anguo asked.

"Host, hello, this system is the WarSystem; the Host only needs to kill one enemy to earn points," the mechanical voice of the system said.

"Then where are you? I don't see you," Jiang Anguo continued.

"Host, do you remember that white dot? I am actually the ring on your hand now."

Jiang Anguo only then noticed the ring on his hand, and he saw a mall appear before his eyes, like a certain treasure mall, filled with a dazzling array of goods.

Both daily necessities and weapons equipment can be purchased.

But the points required on the shop troubled Jiang Anguo; he has hardly any points.

Looking at the items—an 88mm Anti‑Aircraft Gun for 300 points, a 105mm Howitzer for 400 points, a 150mm Howitzer for 500 points—he has not a single point.

Even a rifle costs 10 points.

"System, is there a beginner's pack? Since I'm so weak, could it be larger?" Jiang Anguo said flatteringly.

"Hold on, the beginner's pack is being issued."

"Ding‑dong."

With a sound, a beginner's pack appeared before Jiang Anguo; it seemed Xiao Si couldn't see his system, as Xiao Si was still eating, glancing occasionally, with no particular expression.

He opened the beginner's pack.

Gunmanship Proficiency: Advanced.

Great stuff; Jiang Anguo closed his eyes, a massive flow of information entered his brain, and he felt he was the world's greatest marksman, his eyes becoming sharper and his aura gradually changing.

If before this, Jiang Anguo truly didn't know how to fire, of course it's not hard: disengage the safety and make sure the Magazine has bullets.

Just fire the bullets.

But now Jiang Anguo is different; the m1911 in his hand is a killing tool—within fifty meters, he can achieve instant headshots.

This is no bragging; no one can shoot faster or more accurately than him.

"Impressive, System," Jiang Anguo shouted happily.

"Young Master, is there something?" Xiao Si looked over, puzzled.

"Nothing, Xiao Si, keep eating."

One M1911 pistol,. 45 caliber, 100 rounds, three Magazines.

The system is really thoughtful; when Jiang Anguo just went out, he carried his sidearm, but the bullets were pitifully few—only three rounds left, and only one Magazine, and buying. 45‑caliber ammunition domestically is truly difficult.

Colt is not only a classic of this era; even in later generations, it remains a pistol treasured by people.

This gun is flawless both in style and in power.

Domestic soldiers certainly don't have this privilege; generally only senior officers would carry a pistol.

In fact, within the United States military, only officers would carry this pistol; among enlisted personnel, perhaps only the Air Force would bear a pistol—the Air Force carries pistols.

If a plane is shot down and crashes, the chance of breaking out with a pistol is slim; it's better to keep the last bullet for yourself.

No need to rush to draw the pistol for now; the system has other rewards.