If One's not strong, One can never stand

I do not know how long have been passed, maybe seconds, minutes, hours or years. I've successfully arrived at Blagoveshchensk, checked my equipment and faded into the night. There is no much need of guns since if I ran out of ammo there is no way to find more as they are probably not invented, but I would need one, as it is a very dangerous situation and I would need something to defend myself, the most suitable firearm which uses cartridges that may exist in this time I can think of is the Type 79.

Name: Type 79

Type: DMR

Cartridge: 7.62x54R Rimmed

Muzzle Velocity: 830m/s

Description: The type 79 is no special gun, in fact most of you might even know it already, It is the original Chinese copy of the Soviet SVD Sniper Rifle. The Russian army is already starting to replace old Berdan Rifle with Mosin-Nagant M1891 in some of the elite troops, so It is possible to obtain ammunition. In fact this is the first conflict that the Mosin-Nagant M1891 is ever used in.

Even if I do have the technology that is not going to exist in another 60 years, I would still need more people, to fight with the ruskies.

Soon I have reached a nearby village, trying to find some rest after a long walk, but after entering, I have felt something wrong, soon after I realized what happened here, the enormous fear of death have buried me. People getting killed by bayonets, infants that are cut into pieces, corpses floating on the calm Amur River, I can imagine how hopeless they are when the Russian army stabbed their family, killed their children and drowned them in the river. Now fear no longer exists, all there is in me is endless anger. I tried my best to bury these poor people, losing their life on the land they have lived for generations to invaders that the cowardly Qing Dynasty do not want to fight.

Suddenly I sensed a pair of eyes that is filled with anger staring at me, getting closer and closer, I turned around, pointed the gun at the man charging at me with a bayonet he have pulled off a dead body. "Go die you bastards!" He cried. I blocked his weak arm and replied, "I'm not Russian, I am here to kill them and to revenge." "Then who are you, where is my mother!" I chose not to answer the question as I am not brave enough and do not have the great responsibility required to tell him what happened to his family and relatives. "What is your name?" I asked, "Wang Shou Quan, you can just call me by my name, I came back from the army for my mother, I heard the ruskies were here. Can I know your name as well?" "My name is Chen and I don't have a given name, looks like you are younger than me, you can just call me Chen." I replied. "As long as we can kill those stupid ruskies, my life is yours, all I want, even it requires my life, is to revenge for my family tortured and killed. From this point on there is and will be no other goals in my life."