He stayed in the War of Resistance Against Japan for nearly three months and had a good grasp of several subjects. When he returned to modern times, he was ready to take the exam.

  "My god, isn't it? You've only studied for a little over a month and you're already preparing for the exam. Are you capable or not? I really don't know if you want to crush us or make us knock you out directly." Zhou Feng's big mouth shouted in disbelief.

  Since the start of school, Muyang announced that he would obtain his degree and get into graduate school within half a year, and then strive to graduate with dual certificates. The several brothers in the same dormitory looked at him with foolish eyes, fortunately, Muyang withstood the pressure, just hiding from them and rarely returning to the dormitory was fine.

  Mo Yang finished reporting the subjects, it's been over 40 days, and today they announced that they will take the exam. Can't they be surprised? Zhou Feng is dead and doesn't believe Mo Yang can pass the exam.

  "If you can pass the exam, I'll eat the computer in our dormitory, and I'll write a letter to prove it!!!" He said, and actually wrote a note and stuck it on Peng Cheng's computer.

  "If you lose, are you prepared to eat my computer?" Peng Cheng asked Zhou Feng.

  "It's okay, if you can't bear to part with it, I'll just go eat at the computer room instead. If that doesn't work out, there's always the internet cafe." Zhou Feng said, raising his head.

  "No big deal, brother, who's going to lose to whom? If you lose, I'll definitely let you eat for free, and I'll even get you a cup of warm water to help it go down. But what happens next is none of my business," Peng Cheng said.

  "It's okay, I'll send a bottle of cologne." Wanli brother directly agreed.

  The exam went very smoothly, after all, Muyang's English has been strengthened, and with the efforts of this period, such as "American History", "Translation Introduction", "American Literature" and "Interpretation" and so on, Muyang really passed, it was worth his hard work.

  After the results came out, it shocked all my roommates. Zhou Feng finally didn't have the heart to eat Peng Cheng's computer and only after treating everyone to skewers and beer did things settle down.

  There are four more courses and Muyang can complete the required credits. He plans to retreat for three months to see how his results turn out, and if everything goes smoothly, he will be able to take the exam by November.

  Muyang also considered his own situation, he can apply for English and Japanese majors, but as of now, Japanese is a systematic skill, much stronger than the English he learned, if not, he will choose to study for a master's degree in Japanese, which will be much easier.

  However, his study had yet to begin, and he thought of his mission world again, that combat mission that killed him.

  "Brothers, I'm buying beer and barbecue tonight." Muyang stopped several people who were about to go for dinner after class in the afternoon.

  "Didn't you just go the day before yesterday? You're craving again." Zhou Feng asked.

  "Yesterday was all vegetarian dishes, didn't even dare to order meat, but I'm craving it." Peng Cheng exclaimed.

  "Isn't this hurting my self-esteem? Alright then, today's waist is randomly pointed, at least five strings of waist per person." Zhou Feng said.

  "This is a generous donation from others, how about Zhu Yang inviting guests today? You're quite ruthless." Zhu Wanli showed disdain for Zhou Feng.

  "It doesn't matter, today we'll eat to our heart's content. It's too boring to squeeze in a meal, this is the best day in Beijing to have barbecue and beer. In a few days it will be cold and won't be fun anymore, let's just enjoy ourselves while we can." Mu Yang said with a mouthful of food.

  "This word is used in such an unseemly way, haha." The brothers all laughed.

  Drinking beer and eating roasted skewers, feeling just right under the warm sun, I asked a few buddies: "I'll ask you guys a question. Suppose there's something that's a matter of life and death in front of you. If you do it, you might get hurt; if you don't do it, nothing will come of it. Would you choose to do it?"

  "Is the profit big?" Zhou Feng asked with a big tongue.

  "En... big, very big." Murong Yang replied affirmatively, being able to obtain skills and all of them were those against-the-heavens kind of skills, the benefits would naturally be huge.

  "Just go and do it, don't mind others."

  "What do you mean by 'life and death'? Is it really a matter of life and death, or is it something else?" Peng Cheng asked very rationally.

  "Death is definitely not going to happen, but there will be a very fearful feeling, very afraid, so afraid that you want to retreat." Mu Yang replied.

  "Brother, nothing is a big deal except death. Since it's not death, then it's not a big deal."

  "Does it matter to you?" asked Wanli brother.

  He lowered his head in thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "You don't need to say anything else, I understand. This matter is very important to me, so even if there are thorns and fears ahead, I will overcome the difficulties and complete it. Of course, this is also my own wish."

  Zhu Wanli raised his cup and said loudly: "You can break through yourself, you understand, brother, congratulations, let's have a drink."

  "Let's do it together."

  When encountering problems, there are three ways: retreat, bypass or rush past.

  Mo Yang's current choice is to grit his teeth and charge forward, because a person in the world will always encounter all sorts of problems, it's impossible to always have a way to get around them. Shrinking back is absolutely not a good method, if you once form the habit of shrinking back when things happen, then no matter what happens, you'll think of shrinking back first, and this person will be finished.

  To conquer one's own heart and constantly break through obstacles is the only way to gradually become stronger.

  On Saturday morning, Muyang went out for a run and then had breakfast. Feeling that he was more or less ready, he began to cross over once again.

  Muyang's consciousness was injected into Joseph Williams, he opened his eyes to find himself lying on the edge of a trench, holding binoculars, and in the distance, the first line of defense was booming with cannon fire and flashing flames.

  The sky had already brightened, and Mu Yang glanced at the time on his wrist, 6:10. He had actually returned to a few hours before he was blown up. It seemed that the system was still relatively humane. At first, Mu Yang was worried that the system would directly restore him to a few seconds before the explosion, making him go through another desperate sprint again.

  Muyang held up his binoculars and continued to observe from the edge of the trench.

  The development of things has not changed much. The German army stopped shelling and began to attack the first line of defense positions. Mu Yang knew that the second line of defense had to be prepared.

  "Lian Chang, what should we do?" Claire asked, leaning over to Murong's side.

  "Leaving a few people to continue observing, we went into the artillery cave to avoid the German army's first wave of shelling and waited for the positional warfare." Mu Yang didn't dare to be careless this time, preparing to hide in advance. He didn't want to experience the feeling of being blown to pieces again.

  "Alright, I'll go arrange it," Claire said as she went off to arrange the watch.

  Mu Yang came down from the ladder and crawled into his own bunker, an L-shaped bunker with wooden boards reinforcing the earth walls. The bunker was narrow, only allowing him to sit with his back against the wall, looking at the light coming in through the entrance. Mu Yang took out a cigar and smoked silently.

  Ford shrank into a corner, his eyes showing fear.

  "Ford, are you afraid?"

  Ford hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Yes, sir, I'm a little scared."

  "Don't be embarrassed, I'm actually scared too, but it will pass."