Eight Hundred Miles of Road, Clouds, and Moonlight

Everyone says I am Xiaoshan Ichiro, a Japanese man. But I feel as if I am enveloped by endless darkness, with no idea who I really am. This confusion is like indelible ink, clinging to me and making me miserable. My anguish is like a festering wound, tormenting me day and night. Whenever night falls, those hazy dreams haunt me like vengeful spirits, hinting at my mysterious origins and leaving me sleepless and exhausted.

In 1937, Nanjing became a living hell, awash in blood and violence. The thick, pungent stench of blood hung over everything like a heavy fog, suffocating all who breathed it. Amid this nightmare, I discovered the truth about my past and found a name, a family, and comrades.

The world was shattered and unstable, and Japanese invaders rampaged like demons, leaving devastation and misery in their wake. Fury surged through my chest, and my comrades and I resolutely plunged into the enemy camp, a veritable den of dragons and tigers. Every step was fraught with danger, but our conviction, like a candle flickering in the dark, stubbornly kept us going...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.