Iron-Blooded Military Spirit: A Special Forces Soldier Transmigrates to Republican China

On August 25, 1926, the summer night in southern Hubei was stifling, like an airtight steamer. Zhao Feng lay prone in a patch of waist-high reeds. Sweat ran down his temples, washing two winding furrows through the mud on his cheeks. Less than thirty meters away, the distinctive dull cracks of Hanyang-made rifles sounded intermittently, each shot accompanied by the violent shuddering of the reed stalks.