artillery arc

Chapter 1 Script Kill? No, it’s time travel!
When Wang Zhong saw the beautiful girl in military uniform with silver hair in front of him, his first reaction was the COS of some hard-core but not nerdy military two-dimensional mobile game.

Normally he would take a second look at this time, but the vibrations on the floor and walls interrupted his appreciation.

"What the hell?" he asked loudly, causing dust from the ceiling to drift into his mouth.

The beautiful girl in front of her shushed and lowered her voice: "Tank!"

Wang Zhong was stunned: "Tank?"

He scratched his head, trying to figure out what was going on. He recalled it first, but he couldn't remember anything except that he was drunk - it was almost the Chinese New Year, and he drank a little with friends he knew.

Could it be that after getting drunk, a friend dragged him to a script-killing shop?
Then the beautiful girl in front of him accidentally met and started a game together? Hey, there is such a good thing, please add WeChat first.

Wang Zhong touched his pocket, but instead of taking out his cell phone, he pulled out an ID card.

The cover of the document feels very thick and feels like cowhide. Wang Zhong praised, this store is good, the scenes are realistic and the props are not bad.

Then he opened the ID and was stunned when he saw the photo inside.

what happened? The photo is not of me!
At this time, Wang Zhongcai belatedly realized that everyone in front of him had one thing in common: they were all blond and blue-eyed foreigners.

Where is my friend?

Leave me alone and team up with foreigners to start a script killing?

Could it be that it's not a script kill, but... it's me traveling through time, right?
Wang Zhong only thought about it briefly, but immediately rejected the idea. If people have to believe in science, this must be a trick of those gangsters. Damn it, they are playing tricks on me.

The resentment that had just arisen dissipated after taking a look at the beautiful girl in front of me. Damn it, wouldn't it be better? I must add it to the WeChat account of the beautiful foreign girl in front of me.

My gang of foxy friends must be hiding somewhere right now to watch the joke. I’ll add the beauty on WeChat to keep you from laughing!

At this time, the roaring in the ears was closer, and the vibrations of the walls and floors were more obvious.

Wang Zhong found that there were two small windows against the wall where he was leaning. From a relatively high place, sunlight shone in obliquely.

It feels like the kind of lighting window in a basement. Wang Zhong had a classmate who moved to Beijing after graduation. He lived in this kind of basement all day, and often posted photos on Moments. From time to time, he would also make jokes about various prison scenes. .

He stood on tiptoe slightly, approached the light window, and peeked out.

He saw a pair of combat boots stepping near the daylight window.

As a script kill, isn't this a bit too real?
Just as he was wondering, military boots appeared one by one, and he felt a company of people marching outside.

What the hell?

The next moment, Wang Zhong saw the source of the vibration and roar - the tracks.

The script-killing shop not only assembled a company of actors, but also assembled a tractor? Isn't this right?

Wang Zhong's breathing became rapid, and he vaguely felt that he should have really traveled through time.

So the relaxed, freehand and nonchalant mood just now disappeared all at once.

He drew back and scanned the basement again.

In addition to him and the beautiful girl, there were four men in the room, all with Nordic faces.

Everyone is wearing the same style of military uniform, with khaki as the main color and a green collar.

Three of the men were holding rifles. The style of the rifles looked like Mosin Nagant to Wang Zhong.

The rifles had bayonets attached, one of the bayonets still had red on it.

Wang Zhong glanced at the red color a few times. Could it be that he had stabbed someone to death?

The weapon held by the remaining man looks very much like the Finnish Somi submachine gun. His military uniform is also different from the other three. There are two more V-shaped logos on the sleeves.

"Sergeant?" Wang Zhong asked tentatively.

The submachine gun man looked at Wang Zhong: "What, sir, do you need a diaper?"

Several men laughed, but immediately suppressed their voices.

The girl turned away embarrassedly.

Wang Zhong: "Diapers?"

The sergeant glanced at Wang Zhong's crotch.

Wang Zhong lowered his head and found that he was also wearing a khaki military uniform, and the color on his crotch was obviously darker and spreading radially.

He touched it and it was indeed wet!
"I didn't pee!"

Really not! I'm anxious!

Although Wang Zhong has never been on the battlefield, he doesn't think he is a coward who will pee his pants as soon as he goes to the battlefield - probably.

No, that’s for sure!

The urine was quite dry to the touch. It was definitely not fresh urine. It was - who peed it?

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered that he was holding his ID and quickly opened it.

The photo on the ID was of a handsome young man with a frivolous smile, and of course he had a European face. Next to the photo were words that Wang Zhong had never seen before, a bit like Cyrillic letters. Wang Zhong actually knew what they meant.

At this time, Wang Zhong realized that no one had spoken Chinese since the beginning, but he thought it was Chinese because he could understand it.

Wang Zhong found his name next to the photo: "Alexey Konstantinovich Rokosov". There is a prefix in front of the name. When translated into Chinese, it probably means Your Excellency?
By this time, the roar of the tanks had faded away, and gunfire could be heard in the distance.

At this time, the sergeant holding the submachine gun spoke: "The gunfire was about one or two kilometers away from us. It must be that Duke Vladimir's troops are still resisting. We should cross the enemy area and join the Duke."

After speaking, the sergeant turned to Wang Zhong: "Sir, what do you think?"

One of the soldiers teased: "Why are you asking him? Be careful he peed his pants again! From now on his nickname will be Rokossov who peed his pants." "Hush! Be careful the count will settle the score with you afterwards! I'll put you in solitary confinement!" A soldier said that although the content was admonishing his companions, the tone was undoubtedly sinister.

The sergeant said seriously: "The count is our commander, and of course he must agree. Count, what do you think of what I just said?"

Wang Zhong wondered what I would think. I had only commanded troops in the game, so I was just a layman. I couldn't seem to do anything else except nod.

Usually at this time it is time to plug in the account.

Come out dark blue.

The next moment, Wang Zhong's perspective changed to an overlooking perspective.

what's the situation? Have I become a satellite? Is there really a plug-in?
Unfortunately, most of the satellite view was dark, and they could only clearly see the basement where they were.

Then he realized that this was the bird's-eye view of the real-time strategy game he was most familiar with. With years of experience playing real-time strategy, he immediately realized that the one highlighted in his field of vision should be himself.

This satellite view also has an interface. The thing in the upper right corner of the entire field of view should be the soldier card - the symbol of his own troops.

Now there was only one lone unit in the soldier card. Wang Zhong's consciousness turned to the soldier card and he saw the description: "Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov."

Okay, the only army is myself? Did you agree that I would be the commander?
At this time, Wang Zhong heard the girl talking and quickly switched the perspective to himself - this switch seemed to be just a thought.

The girl said: "I think Sergeant Semyon is right, Alyosha, let's do it."

Alyosha is the nickname of his body's name "Alexei". Russians generally only call each other by familiar names. People with ordinary relationships will call each other by their father's name, which is the Kang in the middle of the long list. Standinovich.

Wang Zhong: "Wait a moment! The enemy has just passed by, so it's not good to act rashly. Let's wait here for a moment."

In fact, Wang Zhong wanted to buy time for himself to understand the plug-in. It started to move, and there were no one knows what dangers there were along the way, so I couldn't study plug-ins at all.

The sergeant hesitated to speak, but finally nodded: "Then let's wait for a while. Be careful not to be discovered by the Prossens."

Prossen, this should be the name of the enemy.

There is definitely no country like Proson on Earth, and I am probably not on Earth.

Wang Zhong entered the bird's eye view again. He first tried to focus on the girl in the same room. Sure enough, her name jumped out: "Lyudmila Vasilyevna Melehovna, Captain, praying hands.”

Um? What are praying hands?
Wang Zhong originally thought this girl was a medical soldier.

He focused for a second on the word praying hands, and no further instructions jumped out to him.

What the hell, this plug-in is defective.

Although Wang Zhong saw Lyudmila's explanation clearly, she did not appear in the list of weapon cards.

Wang Zhong could only reluctantly turn his attention to the other four people.

Sergeant Zakayev was in a large group behind him, Private Semyon was in a large group behind him, Private Ivan was in a large group behind him, and Private Yuri was in a large group behind him.

The sergeant is a submachine gunner, and the rest are riflemen.

Wang Zhong originally wanted to confirm their ammunition status, but unfortunately, there was no such thing.

After determining that nothing more could be dug out from the group, Wang Zhong turned his attention to the house next to him.

The house they were in had a perspective, and Wang Zhong could see the situation in the basement through the roof and the floors on the first and second floors. He wondered if he could switch the displayed floors to see what was going on on the first floor.

But it's useless.

He also wanted to see the situation of his own people who were fighting in the distance, but he couldn't do it.

I don’t know this plug-in, I just switch the perspective. In fact, the information I see from this perspective is still the information I can see with my naked eyes, right?

In order to verify this, Wang Zhong switched back to his own perspective, stood up and moved to the light window, looking out.

Maintaining this action, he switched to looking down, and then discovered that the terrain outside appeared.

He saw a street, no, half a street, because he could only see a row of houses opposite the basement where he was.

However, this is much clearer than the perspective of the naked eye. Wang Zhong's naked eyes can only see the first floor of the house, and he doesn't even know how many floors the house has. But from this bird's-eye view, he can even see the roof of the house clearly.

This plug-in still has merit.

Wang Zhong was praising him when he heard footsteps.

Listening to the footsteps from an overhead perspective, it feels like the sound is coming from the sky.

Wang Zhong realized that this was because the footsteps came from above his head, and his hearing was not switched to the overlooking perspective.

No wonder the sound of gunshots is still so far away even after switching.

He switched back to the naked eye view and found that several people in the room were looking at the ceiling.

Wang Zhong also looked up and found that the ceiling was made of wood. Someone was stepping on the ceiling with big leather shoes, making a heavy thumping sound.

Then someone spoke in an unfamiliar language, and Wang Zhong couldn't understand it this time.

If you insist on saying it, it sounds a bit German, but Wang Zhong is not sure.

Lyudmila murmured in a low voice: "Plosin!"

At this time, Wang Zhong saw a gap in the ceiling, and he had a bold idea.

Just now, I could only see the first floor across the street with my naked eyes. After switching the perspective, I can see the second, third and even the roof. Could that be...

He decided to give it a try.

(End of this chapter)