Reborn in 1937, in Nanjing! I, Chen Ming, have been buried alive in a mass grave!
In the suffocating depths of despair, a voice rang out in my mind: ["Strategic Foresight" activated!]
Facing the grinning Japanese devils, the only weapon I have is the modern knowledge in my head.
That tough guy Old Chen looked at me with fire in his eyes and said, "Brother Chen, from now on, this life of mine belongs to you!"
That woman, Liu Wanqing, stood defiantly upright amid the flames. Her eyes told me she was willing to be my strongest support.
But they don't know that every "foresight" tears at my soul.
I'm no god. I'm just an ordinary person who can't bear to watch tragedy happen all over again.
When Liu Wanqing bandaged my wounds and softly asked, "Does it hurt?" I smiled.
For the millions of our people behind me, what is a little pain?
This time, I will leave no regrets on this land!
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