In April 1940, the wind in northwest Shanxi was still chilly.
Jia Xu opened his eyes and saw only scorched earth and craters.
"The system is successfully bound." A cold mechanical voice rang in my mind, "The way of the poisonous warrior: exchange for maximum destruction at the minimum price."
Before he could recover, two war horses had already rushed in front of him.
The brigade commander squinted his eyes and looked at the strangely dressed young man: "Boy, which part is it?"
Li Yunlong's voice made the hillside buzz: "Could he be a Japanese spy?"
