A cold touch came from his cheek, mixed with the fishy smell of earth and a rusty taste. The smell was very familiar to Li Hao. It was blood. He opened his eyes suddenly, his vision changed from blurry to clear. The first thing he saw was a sky scorched black by artillery fire, with a few wisps of smoke rising crookedly.
Bite! The host's mental fluctuations are detected and meet the binding conditions...]
[The Wanjie Military Industry System is being bound...1%...50%...100%!
"Isn't it just a thousand Japs? Kill them!"
