Iron and Blood in the Taihang Mountains

I Woke Up in a Mass Grave

I slumped amid the ruins of the Taiyuan Arsenal, clutching an unfinished shell in my hand.

Three days ago, I had just transmigrated from an exhibition hall in 2024 into this body. And now, the cold words from the history books, “In 1938, the Taiyuan Arsenal was bombed,” came rushing toward me with a biting wind and the stench of death.