With a headache that felt like it was about to split open, Liu Xiaotian opened his eyes. It was not the familiar ceiling of a rental house, but the dim adobe roof. There was a harsh earthen kang beneath him, and the air was filled with a mixture of smoke and musty smell.
"Captain, are you awake?" A rough voice sounded next to him.
Team leader? Liu Xiaotian was confused. He was just a delivery boy. When did he become a team leader? He struggled to sit up, but his mind felt like it was exploding. Countless chaotic scenes flashed through his mind - the screeching brakes, the loud noise of trucks, the flying flames of war, the Japanese in khaki military uniforms, and the strange yet familiar faces... This is... The memory of Liu Xiaotian, captain of the Liujiatun militia?
Has he traveled through time? Back in 1938? That war-torn era?
