I Study Meme-Making at Huangpu

Li Anquan is hopeless at physics and knows only half the history syllabus. All he wants is to lie flat, but one morning he wakes up as a defeated soldier from the Northern Expedition. Before him is a battlefield strewn with mangled bodies; bullets whistle past his ears.

When his comrades shout for him to kill the enemy, he turns and runs: “Who gets it? I've never even killed a chicken!”

When the instructor asks about his revolutionary ideals, he blurts out: “If you want promotion and wealth, take another road... What comes after that?”

When future generals train diligently, he frets over his old rifle: “The recoil isn't like it is in my game!”

And yet this “eccentric dead last” from the first class at Whampoa always comes up with strange ideas when cornered:

He explains revolutionary soldiers with “the eldest son of the family,” optimizes logistics as a “supply chain,” uses his middle-school biology knowledge for battlefield first aid, and even bluffs his comrades with mathematical probability...

From the artillery fire of the Eastern Expedition to the march of the Northern Expedition, from the wooden beds of the military academy to battlefields engulfed in flames, Li Anquan stumbles through history's cracks, clutching his pitiful handful of modern knowledge.

He thinks he's just a “stagehand” who wandered onto a show full of big shots, and all he wants is to live long enough to see peace.

Until one evening, he learns that a crude trap he designed has dealt the Japanese army a heavy blow;

Until one late night, a manual full of his “nonsense” begins circulating quietly among the troops;

Until a bullet comes whistling toward him, and someone pushes him aside without hesitation...

Li Anquan suddenly understands:

In this blood-soaked chapter of history, he is no longer an outsider.

This is a story about an ordinary person in extraordinary times. There are no powers capable of sweeping away entire armies, only a little modern knowledge, a mouth full of internet memes, and a heart gradually fired by the flames of war.