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In the autumn of 1937, on a rainy night, after a burst of gunfire, in a warehouse in Shikumen, the French Concession, under the dim light, Sun Shi'an endured the severe pain in his body and quietly opened his eyes. As far as he could see, there was blood red and more than a dozen corpses scattered everywhere. He fell to the ground. On top of him was his wife and comrade Zhang Mei. His wide-open eyes were full of shock and disbelief. Several figures in black raincoats at the door were looking at him with submachine guns...