1928, Fengtian. I became an orphan on Datuishan Mountain in Tieling.
It wasn't until the blood of the first Japanese soldier I shot splattered across my face that a cold prompt rang in my mind:
[Enemy killed: 1. Reward: ...]
Later, the rewards became machine guns, intelligence, blueprints for a sulfa production line...
When the Kwantung Army's iron hooves trampled Shenyang, everyone thought the Northeast was doomed.
They didn't know that my System inventory alone held the equipment for an entire army.
And they had no idea that every Japanese soldier I killed brought me one step closer to redeeming the blueprints for a [105 mm howitzer production line].
Young Marshal Zhang, don't panic. I'll help you defend the Northeast.
This is a path to defying fate, paved with the bones of enemy soldiers.
Instead of using the special forces' specialties to fight, fight in positional warfare with the Japs? What do you think?
Listening and reading simultaneously can help me read. Thank you teachers for your hard work. ,! ! !