My Signing Career During the Anti-Japanese War

In December 1938, in the depth of winter, patches of goose-feather heavy snow fell from an altitude of thousands of meters, and soon the exposed black soil and hills and woods in northwest Shanxi were covered with white snow. Qinglong Mountain, Heifeng Village, the Juyi Hall is full of joy and people are buzzing at the moment. Dozens of bandits wearing tattered cotton clothes and trousers are drinking and going crazy, laughing and cursing, and constantly flattering Liu Damao, the bandit leader who kneels and licks them. This morning when he went down the mountain to rob, he happened to encounter a passing caravan. Without saying a word, Liu Damao led his men to kill and set fire to the people. In the end, he simply robbed Miss Gui, the only living victim in the caravan, and took him directly back to the village to marry. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.