From the Pile of Corpses, I Carve a Path Through Nanjing with a Bayonet

Transmigrated to the hell of Nanjing in 1937, Muye has no System and no support. What he does have is a mastery of urban warfare eighty years ahead of its time! [Environmental Scan] Ruins = prime hunting grounds; sewers = rapid assault routes. [Improvised Gear] Japanese ration tins and pull rings = instant-trigger tripwire bombs; flour and wood ash = anti-tank smoke screens. [Tactical Overmatch] Three-man squads versus reckless mass charges; CQB indoors versus bayonet combat. Watching the massacre engulf the city, Muye wipes the blood from his bayonet, his gaze icy: “Don't talk to me about benevolence and morality. A dead Japanese soldier is a good Japanese soldier.” So what if I have no cheat? These killing skills of mine are the ultimate cheat! That day, the Japanese army realized in terror that the force entering the city wasn't an army. It was the Grim Reaper!