Three Hundred Thousand Souls
by Stony Ground
About This Novel
At the end of 1937, the sky in Nanjing was black with large patches of dark red. The crowing of cocks in the east turned into the roar of the devils, like the disgusting screams of demons. Blood-red bayonets cut across every inch of land, and evil spirits trampled on the lives of Chinese people. Corpses and skeletons, one after another, seemed to want to climb out of the huge mass grave and eat the little Japanese alive one by one... The top of the mountain, the top of the mountain. Finally, we arrived at the long-awaited top of the mountain. First of all, there was a temple. There were four kings with different facial expressions inside, each holding a weapon in their hands. It was really scary.
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