When I woke up, I became the director of the munitions department of the Northeast Army Arsenal.
There are 150,000 brand-new Liao 13 rifles piled in the warehouse, but they will fall into the enemy's hands tomorrow.
It is written in the history books: On the night of September 18th, the young commander strictly ordered not to resist.
I stared at the calendar on the wall - September 17th.
I forged transfer orders overnight and evacuated the entire Fengtian Arsenal.
When the explosions in Beida Camp rang out, my convoy was rushing towards the east gate.
The soldiers guarding the city raised their guns and yelled: "Director Li, the military order prohibits leaving the city!"
I stepped on the accelerator and opened the city gate, and the rearview mirror reflected the sky full of fire.
"Tell the young marshal," I shouted to the engineers in the car, "I took his gun away!"
