Muyang didnt bother with the mission world, instead directly crossing over to his own home, stripping off all his clothes, and walking stark naked into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow over his entire body, washing away the dust and fatigue.

  Sitting on the sofa, thinking silently, my actions just now were indeed a bit rash. Lifting my hand to look at the bruise on it, this was caused by the brick that fell from the explosion. What does this mean? It means I really got hurt in the task world. If I get shot there, I might actually die in the task world, silently and without warning, disappearing from this world without a trace.

  There might be a better way to complete the task, no need to choose such a dangerous method. Perhaps Zhou Fengs proposal of digging traps in the wilderness is also useful, at least it can reduce the chances of getting into danger.

  Just now, Muyang really felt the sound of bullets flying by his ears. That feeling made him extremely tense and his whole body trembled. Even with a bulletproof vest, he had done what he thought was the best protection for himself, but he couldnt avoid getting hurt.

  Mo Yang stroked his somewhat damp hair, and tiny water droplets splashed out. Alright, no more thinking about it. From now on, Ill be more careful when doing missions. In times of war, its inevitable to experience the baptism of gunfire. Who knows, maybe after getting used to it, my mindset will improve a lot. This is also a kind of tempering for myself.

  Those warriors of that era, really can be said to have experienced the rain of bullets and shells, all came out from iron and blood, their character was tempered exceptionally tough, otherwise they would not have been able to survive on the battlefield, let alone me.

  There are several problems to be solved. First, how to complete the third system task, killing a Japanese army lieutenant or above officer. Second, their own system space is about to become a garbage dump, with camping tools, convenient food, blood-stained bedding, and even four corpses inside.

  System tasks can be done slowly, anyway, time in the system world is stopped. Now what needs to be done is to take a look at the space.

  Objects in space exist disorderly and float in the air without gravity, completely stationary. If Mu Yang wants something, as long as he has a thought to lock onto an object, that object will appear anywhere on his body that he can touch.

  Muyang infiltrated the space with his spiritual power, then directly used his spiritual power to bring out the three scars and personal items of the three fake soldiers, placing them on the coffee table. As for the corpses, Muyang absolutely would not bring them out.

  Looking at the things on the tea table, Mu Yang curiously checked them one by one. There were 16 silver dollars in total, mainly from Pockmark Lius body, who had 14 dollars on him alone. The three fake soldiers were very poor, and the three of them only had two dollars in total.

  These silver dollars can be exchanged for money with Liu Laoban of Yu Xuan. Recently, Muyang has spent a lot of money and is indeed a bit short of money.

  Mu Yang picked up the yellow leather gun holster on the table, opened it and took out a king-eight box pistol. Mu Yang was still touching a gun for the first time, and he played with it with great interest.

  During college military training, I only touched the 81-style automatic rifle and fired five bullets, but never held a handgun. Now I finally see the real thing. Next to it are three rifles, which Mu Yang cant identify as possibly being Japanese Type 38 Arisaka rifles?

  Muyang became interested and quickly pulled out his laptop to search online.

  Muyang realized he had misunderstood, possibly because he hadnt paid close attention to the information when watching TV before. The handgun Muyang saw was actually not called a "turtle box", but rather a "box cannon", which is a completely different type of gun from a "turtle box".

  The Type 14 Nambu pistol, also known as the "South fourteen year type 8mm semi-automatic pistol", was mainly equipped with Japanese officers and non-commissioned officers, symbolizing their status, and generally not issued to collaborationist troops or puppet forces.

  The Box Cannon, also known as the Mauser Pistol, is too famous in China. Basically, all the handgun experts on TV use this gun, and the guerrilla leaders and militia battalion commanders in anti-Japanese war movies are all wearing this pistol.

  "Dont move, Im Li Xiangyang, representing the Peoples Representative Party. Ill shoot you dead." As he spoke, his mouth mimicked the sound of gunfire, "Bang, bang".

  "Wrong, this seems to be Yang Zirongs lyrics." After finishing, Muyang smiled to himself.

  Put down the pistol and start checking the rifle, but it seems that the 38 large cover doesnt match, they are all different lengths. Mu Yang was puzzled, could it be that the fake army didnt even provide guns?

  Later, I found out that the three rifles on the tea table were originally called Zhongzheng rifles, which were produced by the Republic of China based on the German Mauser M1924 rifle and later equipped with Chinese troops.

  The Japanese army itself had a large shortage of weapons in the later period, and basically would not equip the puppet troops with Japanese equipment. These puppet troops could only use these Chinese-style weapons.

  However, according to online comparisons, the performance of the Type 81 is not inferior to that of the SKS, and its also a good semi-automatic rifle. Mu Yang picked one up, weighed it in his hands, and felt that it indeed had a good feel to it. He placed the buttstock against his shoulder, looked down the sights at his home TV, and made a "ding" sound with his mouth.

  After playing for a while, Muyang finally put down the gun. On the tea table, only two things were left: a pocket watch and a work permit.

  He didnt quite understand the pocket watch, so he put it aside and picked up the work permit. The content of the work permit was very simple, just a cigarette box-sized folded paper with "Huang Xie Army Work Permit" printed on the outside. Inside, it read: "Huabei Military Region 16th Brigade 7th Regiment, Zhuo County Second Detective Team, Liu Songbai." Below that was a red seal that read "Seventh Regimental Headquarters Logistics Department".

  Muyang held the paper and looked at it repeatedly. This thing was just a scar, but there were three of them, and the other three fake soldiers didnt have any. It seemed that this scar was still a person with status, and had signed a contract as a protocol worker. The other three fake soldiers probably only counted as temporary workers.

  Can I use this work permit to do something, pretend to be Zhuo Yifan and infiltrate the military department to assassinate a military officer? It doesnt seem feasible, Zhuo Yifan has such a distinctive appearance, its not something an ordinary person can impersonate.

  Muyang repeatedly looked at this paper, work permit. I now understand Japanese, cant I make a fake ID and sneak into the Japanese army command?

  My mind wandered again, what identity should I use to go in without arousing suspicion. Being a current Japanese military officer is definitely not feasible, they all have their own troops and areas, its impossible for them to come to Ba County at will. However, disguising myself as an intelligence agent might be a good idea.

  Yes, I still need a document that can prove my special agent identity, this is something that needs to be figured out.

  The next day, Muyang called Liu Chengdong, the boss of Hanyu Xuan, to confirm that he was in the store, and then rushed directly to Hanyu Xuan.

  "Xiao Mu, whats going on? Are you getting rid of something good again?" Liu Chengdong said enthusiastically.

  "Let me take a look at these few silver dollars to see if they are valuable." As he spoke, Muyang took out the 14 silver dollars from his pocket.

  Liu Chengdong took a closer look and said: "These two are worth more, the others are just ordinary silver dollars. How about it, are you interested in selling?"

  "Ordinary ones are fine, but can you give me a price for those two more expensive ones?" Mu Yang also needed to use money in the Republic of China era, and couldnt just sell everything here.

  "Ill give you these two for four thousand two, how about it?"

  "Im sure, I believe Liu Ge wont give me a low price."

  Liu Chengdong smiled and accepted the silver dollar, and Mu Yang took out the pocket watch again and handed it to Liu Chengdong, saying: "Brother Liu, take a look at this thing."

  "Pocket watch, let me take a look." He said, taking the pocket watch from Mu Yangs hand.

  He examined it from inside to outside, and finally took out a magnifying glass to carefully examine the engraving on the back of the pocket watch. Then he put it on the table and said to Mu Yang: "Im not an expert in this field, but I can tell you something simple. This pocket watch looks a bit new, but it should be from the Republic of China period. The style, material and appearance are all correct."

  "Firstly, antique pocket watches are generally not very valuable, but they do have some collectible value. The price varies greatly depending on the quality, material, maintenance condition and brand of the watch. This particular item is a silver-cased key-wound pocket watch with an American INGRAHM label, but it was likely made in China, so its value is greatly discounted. I estimate its market value to be between 800 and 1200."

  "Its so cheap! I thought antiques were supposed to be valuable. Even a pocket watch shouldnt cost less than a thousand, right?" Mu Yang said with some disappointment.

  "You may have watched too much TV, antiques are valuable but most of them arent as valuable as people imagine." Liu Chengdong said with a smile in response to Muyangs words.

  "This is also a misconception of people, in recent years, the antique craze, many people think that all antiques are valuable, but this is not the case. Only those with historical value, cultural value, and rare high-quality items are valuable. Similarly, plates produced in Jingdezhen, if they were used by the royal family, may be worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan. Those excavated from the sea, mostly export goods, are basically only a few thousand yuan each. They may look nice, but they are mass-produced, equivalent to todays industrial products."

  "Like this pocket watch, it might have cost 10 to 20 silver dollars during the Republic of China era, but now its value is only a few thousand yuan. I reckon its not even worth one silver dollar. And thats assuming your watch works; if its broken, its worthless." Liu Chengdong was educating Mu Yang.

  "Never mind, Ill just keep it for myself then." Mu Yang put away his pocket watch.

  Suddenly thought of something and asked Liu Chengdong: "Brother Dong, ask you something, where can I get a fake ID made around here?"

  "If youre looking for a fake ID, youve asked the wrong person. There are ads for that kind of thing on the walls and streets outside, just find one yourself and give them a call."

  "No, you heard it wrong, Im looking for someone who can make ancient certificates."