Zhou Zhihan, sitting in the rickshaw, looked at the skillfulness and stability shown by the young driver at each intersection and nodded, asking:

"Brother, how many children are there in the family."

The young coachman turned his head, looked at the guest with his light to show respect, and gasped: "There are two children at home."

"A man and a woman?"

"Both are girls!"

"Oh! Do you want that?"

"Yes!" The young coachman replied very affirmatively, and then remained silent for a while, "I have been born in Xiaonan these days, and Xiaonan has also suffered with Lord Alah, but I am a single-handed person for three generations. I have to add a boy who is in charge of the hand so that my parents can be sure."

Zhou Zhihan didn't say anything anymore. He closed his eyes and greedily breathed the familiar air on the ground.

This may be the atmosphere of old Shanghai.

It had just rained lightly at dusk, and the temperature in Shanghai was pleasant at night in July.

When he arrived at the entrance of Xinya Hotel, the old coachman's shirt was completely wet. He gasped, gently put down the handlebars, turned around and said to the guest, "Sir, Xinya Hotel is here." Then he bent down and pressed the front of the car, looking at the guest attentively.

Those who work in their industry understand the industry rules. They will only help with the luggage unless the guests ask them to take their luggage, because they are sweating all over the cart and are worried that the guests will dislike them.

Zhou Zhihan didn't understand this, so he got out of the car with his luggage: "Brother, I'm back from abroad and haven't had time to exchange money yet. Can I give you US dollars?"

"Okay!" The young coachman's eyes showed panic in his eyes, and he rubbed his [www.biquger.info]'s clothes with his hands, "But I don't have money to find you!"

Zhou Zhihan didn't know how much money a dollar is worth now. He, a time traveler, directly penetrated the United States. Now when he returned to the War of Resistance Against Japan, although the name Shanghai is still familiar, he is very unfamiliar with everything here.

Zhou Zhihan took out five dollars and handed them to the coachman.

In Shanghai in the 21st century, five dollars is enough to take a taxi.

"Sir!" The young coachman showed a embarrassed expression on his face, "Can you go and change it? I... I don't have money to find you."

"Take it all!"

Zhou Zhihan said as he carried his luggage to the hotel door.

The young coachman stood there in a daze.

In the brightly lit Xinya Hotel, two waiters in red clothes opened the door and greeted them.

Zhou Zhihan turned around and saw the young coachman standing still looking at him, with an expression of disbelief.

"Go home quickly!" Zhou Zhihan handed his luggage to the two waiters, and then said to the young and loyal coachman holding five dollars in his hands, "Tomorrow at 7 o'clock, you pull the car and wait for me here!" After that, he walked into the hotel.

The young coachman ran all the way. Today he met a noble man. His smiling face was wet with his eyes. He thought about bringing some midnight snacks for his parents, wife and children. He went to the cripple uncle to buy a box of osmanthus cakes...

Five dollars!

The young coachman touched his pocket again, and the money was lying steadily in his pocket, and he could not make any money for half a year.

There is also an empty room on the ninth floor of the Xinya Hotel, with a suite, which is very luxurious. Two waiters took his luggage all the way to the room.

After tipping the waiter, Zhou Zhihan opened a bottle of red wine, drank the wine, soaked in a hot bath for more than ten minutes, and took off the fatigue of the journey that had lasted for more than ten days.

Wearing a clean bathrobe, Zhou Zhihan smoked a cigarette, turned off the lights, stood in front of the window of the room on the ninth floor of Xinya Hotel, and looked at the huge building complex about four or five floors high not far from Xinya Hotel, like a giant ship sailing on the sea and shaking waves. Even in the dark night, he could still feel its power.

This is the base camp of the Marine Corps established by the Japanese army in Shanghai.

Before traveling through time, Zhou Zhihan was also very familiar with Shanghai, but just now he took a rickshaw all the way from Jiangwan Airport to Xinya Hotel. Everything was so strange. Only this huge building complex made of steel and concrete was exactly the same as the image he remembered.

The complex is dark and has no light.

When the Japanese army built the Marine Corps Command, they specially designed night light protection designs. Even if the entire headquarters was working at night, looking from the outside, the huge building was pitch black without a trace of light.

The benefit of this is that it is difficult to find targets in aircraft that want to bomb Marine Command at night.

"when!"

When the huge bell in the hotel rings, Zhou Zhihan glanced at his watch.

I was stunned for three seconds!

It's 11 o'clock at night.

July 7, 1937.

Zhou Zhihan raised his head, looked at the huge building in front, and murmured to himself: "Time goes so fast. In the blink of an eye, the July 7 Incident has arrived."

Looking at the city in front of you, in a month, what will be greeted by the city will be filled with artillery fire and flesh and blood. The prosperous city will become a ruin, countless people are displaced, and many homeless children are sleeping on the streets. The soul-stirring battle to defend Songhu will begin. The battle to defend the Sihang Warehouse, which composes the unyielding spirit of the Chinese nation, inspires all passionate Chinese men.

July 7, 1937.

Starting from tonight, the ancient Chinese nation once again resisted foreign tribes with its heroic children and composed a strong and unyielding national spirit.

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan once again felt the insignificance of humanity in the face of the torrent of history.

As a time traveler, he wanted to rush back to China before the July 7 Incident. Even if he could give a reminder to the Chinese defenders to guard Lugou Bridge, he could reduce the bleeding of many soldiers.

In order to rush back to China before the July 7 Incident, in mid-June 1937, Zhou Zhihan found his mentor, Major General Pat Plov, and applied to graduate early and return to China.

After some consideration, Major General Pat Plov agreed to Zhou Zhihan's request, and handled all procedures and graduation books for him, and also concealed his whereabouts for the first time.

Take a plane from San Francisco, USA and fly to Shanghai. During the flight route, the plane continued to encounter strong winds and thunderstorms.

I stayed on Wake Island for six days due to heavy rain and flew to Midway Island. On Midway Island, I was affected by heavy storms and severe weather again. A few days later, when I landed in Guam, the plane almost crashed when the road was slippery on rainy days. The plane was seriously damaged and had to delay in Guam for several days again. In addition, the DC4 passenger plane was slow to fly, so it had to be grounded when it encountered rain and fog. The flight was stopped, refueled, and repaired. This flight, which originally took only a few days to go from San Francisco, the United States to Shanghai, China, and it actually took half a month.

When I got off the plane at 10 o'clock today, Zhou Zhihan knew that it was too late, and the July 7 Incident inevitably entered the historical track.

This is how history progresses, she will crush the dust that wants to hinder the course of history under her rolling wheels.

Being a time traveler who can know the passage of history, Zhou Zhihan felt that he could only choose to move forward silently in this human catastrophe. He knew that if he forcibly changed history, it would not only be of no help, but would harm more people.

All he can do now is to do his best to change the fate of a small group of people in some places.
Chapter completed!