1941 Red Hunting Ground

On a snowy night in Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Province in 1941, Lin Feng, a modern social animal, passed through the spirit of an Eighth Route Army recruit. Blood oozed from the wound on his shoulder, and the howling of Japanese wolves could be heard in his ears. He thought it was filming, but he saw the Japanese soldiers using bayonets to pick up the old woman - blood mixed with snow, splashing at the entrance of the cave. Three bullets, one shot to kill the enemy. For the first time, he understood: This is not a game, it is the pain of flesh and blood. While the soldiers were munching on the steamed buns mixed with sand, he used his aiming instincts trained in the game to kill the Japanese sentry with one shot; When the Japanese army left reverse footprints in the snow (a cunning trap), he saw through the disguise and saved the entire village; When the baby's red cloth shoes were half-buried in the snow (a mark of the Japanese massacre), he gripped the rusty rifle and screamed at his comrades: "Even if there is only one person left, we will defend this place!" There was no system, no plug-ins, just cracked straw sandals, bleeding shoulders, and baby shoes half buried on the edge of the cliff. ——In despair, he became the light.