Eight Hundred Miles of Clouds and Moon

Everyone knows that I am Ichiro Koyama, a Japanese. But I felt like I was enveloped in endless darkness, and I didn't even know who I was. This confusion is like ink that cannot be dissolved, making me feel uncomfortable all over my body, and the distress is like a gangrene on my bones, entangled day and night. Every night late at night, the vague dreams seemed like ghosts asking for my life, vaguely hinting at my mysterious life experience, which kept me awake all night and made me feel exhausted. In 1937, Nanjing became a hell on earth, filled with blood and the pungent smell of blood was like a heavy haze, suffocating people. It was in this miserable situation that I found the answer to my life experience, and gained a name, family, and comrades-in-arms. At that time, the world was in ruins, and the Japanese invaders were raging like demons, causing devastation and mourning everywhere. Grief and anger surged in my chest, and my comrades and I resolutely plunged into the enemy camp, which was like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. Every step is thrilling and full of dangers, but faith is like a flickering candle in the dark, tenaciously supporting us... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.