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Wei Jichen opened his eyes with some difficulty. He saw pitch blackness, and a disgusting smell entered his nostrils. He couldn't help but move his fingers lightly, and then pulled the corners of his mouth with some difficulty.

This is where?

Wei Jichen looked around in a daze, and memories began to flood up like a flood. Wasn't he shot to death for murder?

How did he end up here? It's somewhat similar to the death row he was in before he was shot.

When his eyes began to slowly adapt to the darkness, Wei Jichen realized that he was not the only one lying in this 'cell', and there were many bodies lying motionless around him.

Wei Jichen stretched out his hand and touched one of them quietly. There was a warmth in the palm of his hand, as well as a whisper from the body, which indicated that it was not a corpse, but a sleeping body.

Where am I?

Wei Jichen began to frown and think hard.

I still remember the scene where my sister fell in a pool of blood!The car running like the wind ran over her white body, at that moment, she was still looking at him with a smile.

After that, in order to avoid medical expenses, the owner of the car ran backwards several times viciously, and then left quickly.

I still remember the scene where I killed someone for the first time!

Because there is no evidence to show that the car owner repeatedly crushed, and the opponent's power, it can only be treated as a traffic accident hastily.

Wei Jichen was not reconciled, his parents died and his sister depended on each other since he was a child, he resolutely embarked on the road of revenge. When the murderer finally crawled under his feet, Wei Jichen smiled, and he walked to the execution ground with a smile.

The court sentenced Wei Jichen to death as quickly as possible!The moment the gun rang, his heart was as still as water!

But the memory breaks down here and ends here, Wei Jichen doesn't remember why he came here at all.

But what the hell is going on?Didn't I die, someone moved here to do live experiments?Wei Jichen retracted his arm carefully and began to think.

This thought is not important, but it made him have a splitting headache, the pain was so painful that his head seemed to explode.

Wei Jichen rolled his eyes and passed out!

The next morning!

Before Wei Jichen woke up, he felt someone gently slapping his face.

He had to open his eyes with a strange expression, because he found that there were many memories in his mind that did not belong to him, and many incredible things.

"Scholar! Scholars! Wake up, it's time for breakfast."

Wei Jichen narrowed his eyes, and he saw a fluffy face only a few millimeters away from his own. The owner of the fluffy face was looking at him with anxious and nervous eyes, and he couldn't stop shouting.

Seeing Wei Jichen open his eyes, the man stopped his slapping just now, and a little joy appeared on his face.

"Tiger?" Wei Jichen said with some uncertainty.

"Thank God, Xiucai, you've woken up. Since yesterday, you've started to have a high fever. Everyone is afraid that you'll just pass it by."

Wei Jichen's eyes were fully opened, and only then did he see that there were several other soldiers wearing tattered military uniforms, their faces were a little numb, and they were somewhat relieved, surrounding him.

What made Wei Jichen a little flustered was that all of these people had a long pig tail behind their heads.

However, he calmed down very quickly. In his previous life, he was able to open a resource recycling company by himself. Wei Jichen had undoubtedly developed a calm temperament long ago.

Could such absurd things be true? Could it be that I really had my soul wear out for 100 years, came to the Jiawu period of the Qing Dynasty, and possessed this person?

Wei Jichen touched the back of his head calmly, and as expected, there was also a whip on the back of his head, and then he touched his face lightly, it was a little pale and tender, and his age should be much younger than his original self.

As soon as he woke up, Wei Jichen found that there was another person's memory in his mind. He didn't dare to believe it at first, until now, when the facts were in front of him, he had no choice but to be sure.

Once he settled down, Wei Jichen began to seriously examine the memories in his mind.

Coincidentally, the owner of this body is also named Wei Jichen, whose style name is Zijie, and he was a lowly talented scholar in the late Qing Dynasty.

After the death of both parents, the little scholar's fame and fame are not enough, and the road to the imperial examination is far away. In modern terms, it is a rice worm, who does not distinguish the five grains, does not work hard, and eats at home and waits to die.

Although the unmarried child daughter-in-law who is five years younger than me has been diligent and thrifty in managing the family and selling tofu for a living, the situation in the family is still in decline.

The little scholar saw that there was no way out in the long run, so he had no choice but to throw away the Four or Five Classics, cast his pen and join the army, and went to the barracks as a soldier.

Fortunately, he had read some words, understood some official documents and military documents, and had a reputation as a scholar. A year later, he was promoted to a small sentry officer.

Unfortunately, Xiao Xiucai, like most people in this era, never expected that the war would come so quickly, and his luck would be so bad.

This year is the Jiawu Year - 1894.

Wei Jichen's heart was shocked, and he realized why he was here. It turned out that he was captured by the Japanese army during the Sino-Japanese War.

On June 1894, 6, the North Korean "Dong Xuedao" peasant uprising army conquered Jeonju, and the King of North Korea asked the Qing government to send troops to help the suppression.

The Qing government sent Zhili admirals Ye Zhichao and Nie Shicheng to lead an army of 500 people. They set off from Shanhaiguan and Dagu respectively, went to the court by sea, and stationed in Yashan.

And this little scholar, who is now himself, is a small sentinel under Nie Shicheng, and followed Nie Shicheng into the first batch of court.

After the battle of Chenghuan and the battle of Pyongyang, the Qing army was defeated again and again, and retreated again and again, until it retreated to the border between China and North Korea: the Yalu River.

The little scholar also drifted with the crowd, keeping up with the pace of the large army and the speed of Ye Zhichao, the commander of the whole army, and ran for eight hundred miles, and finally returned to the border.

Ye Zhichao was dismissed and investigated, and Nie Shicheng returned to China to recruit troops before the Pyongyang War, so he handed over the army to Ye Zhichao.

Then the military order changed again and again, he had not yet left North Korea, had no time to recruit soldiers, and was ordered to go to the front line, but at this time most of North Korea had fallen, so he had to divert with the army to the Yalu River to take over his original army, which is where Wei Jichen was. The word of merit is ten camps.

The Qing government removed Ye Zhichao before the war and appointed Song Qing as the commander-in-chief of the monarchs to control the armies. Nie Shicheng's army naturally belonged to him. Beiyang military affairs control the armies.

Before taking office, Song Qing said: "If you can't accomplish the feat of defeating the Japanese in this trip, the only way to serve the country is to die."

Ideal is plump, reality is skinny.

Although Song Qing made a strong promise and had some talents, the generals on the front line ignored him and went their own way.

Because Song Qing was not from the Huai Army's direct lineage, he couldn't command the troops at all. Nie Shicheng was okay, after all, he had served under him before. Veterans like Liu Shengxiu and the Ming Army didn't bother to call him when they were in a bad mood.

In late October 1894, Song Qing dispatched his elite confidant Ma Jinxu to garrison Huer Mountain by the Yalu River.

He also ordered Nie Shicheng to lead his troops to station on the side of the mountain to help.

The fierce general Song Desheng supported the guerrilla.

Coupled with Liu Shengxiu's Department of the Ming Army stationed in Jiulian City not far from Hu'er Mountain, the line of defense on the Yalu River seems to be impenetrable. If the Japanese want to break through, they have to break a few front teeth.

However, the result of the war once again made the Qing Dynasty dumbfounded and panicked.

The Japanese army attacked Hushan in three directions. Although Nie Shicheng, Ma Jinxu, Song Desheng, and Ma Yukun tried their best to resist, they injured countless enemies, but rescue was delayed.

Liu Shengxiu's troops stationed in Jiulian City not only refused to listen to Song Qing's military order, but watched from the sidelines, and fired shells to accidentally injure friendly troops.

The Japanese captured Hu'er Mountain and broke through the defense line of the Yalu River in one fell swoop. Seeing that Hu'er Mountain had fallen, the rest of the Qing army fled without fighting. The Japanese occupied Jiulian City and Andong County without firing a single shot. The flames of war ignited in China.

Of course, the subsequent wars have nothing to do with Xiao Xiucai. It was in the Battle of Huer Mountain that he was captured by the Japanese and made a prisoner because of the delay in retreating.

Fortunately, the little scholar also had some cleverness. Seeing that he was about to be captured by the Japanese, he took off the sentry officer's uniform and turned into a small soldier. The Japanese were imprisoned with the soldiers.

Wei Jichen let out a long breath, with a wry smile on his face, captive, I actually became a prisoner.

The original owner of this body really gave himself a problem.

However, how can I, Wei Jichen, give in so easily? Even if I die at the gunpoint of the Japanese, I will not linger on my last breath and work for the Japanese.

I, Wei Jichen, wanted to escape from here. Thinking of this, Wei Jichen involuntarily clenched his fists, his gaze became firm.