The Keyboard Warrior Travels Back to 1937 and Faces the Japanese Massacre

"The Chinese War of Resistance is a joke! The Japanese were here to help us!" Li Wei sat in the air-conditioned room, typed the last word, and looked at the 5,000 yuan arriving in Sakura Country's account, smiling proudly. He is the most notorious keyboard warrior on the Internet. He makes a lot of money by smearing national heroes and distorting history. The more people scold him, the more excited he gets - anyway, who can do anything to him through the screen? Until a thunder struck, he opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was wearing rag shoes and stepping on the scorched earth covered with blood. The devil's grin was in his ears, the cold light of the bayonet was in front of his eyes, and in his arms was a young man who was covered in wounds and crying "Sister Lan." "Damn it, who's cosplaying with me?" He yelled, but he heard the voice he made was a woman's. This is not a dream. He became Chen Lan, a refugee girl who was trapped in the occupied area in 1937. Her parents were killed by the Japanese and she was being chased to the sky with nowhere to go. Without the keyboard as a shield, without the Internet as a cover, and with the butcher's knife on his neck, he understood what despair meant. He was so hungry that he gnawed tree bark, hid in a pile of corpses and pretended to be dead. He watched helplessly as his compatriots were dragged for "experiments." He knelt down and begged for mercy, but what he got in exchange was even more cruel tricks from the Japanese. The real Chen Lan woke up in his air-conditioned rental house with takeaway food. Looking at the tall buildings and peaceful China on TV, and touching his unfinished treasonous remarks on his cell phone, the girl who crawled out of the blood and fire had red eyes. Two souls exchanged in a hundred years of time and space. … There are not enough words, please read the text.