The day she lost her job, Xiao Yue was hit on the head by a soccer ball.
When she woke up, a mysterious System appeared in her mind. Thanks to the good deeds of her ancestors, she had been given the chance to choose a parallel timeline.
She chose China in 1937.
The System was stunned. “Are you sure? That timeline is far more brutal than you can imagine.”
But Xiao Yue was clearheaded. She thought of the well-connected replacement who had returned from studying in Japan and taken her position, and of all the names that appeared in history books as nothing more than cold statistics. She wanted to see what 1937 was really like.
The System gave her two abilities:
· She could bring people and supplies with her. Anyone she brought along would not die, but they could be injured.
· She had a miniature livestreaming device that could recruit modern people to join her.
There was no weapons shop and no golden finger. Everything depended on her and the people she brought with her.
The Battle of Shanghai, the Defense of Nanjing, the Battle of Xuzhou, the Battle of Wuhan, the Hundred Regiments Offensive, the counteroffensive in northern Burma, the Battle of West Hunan… She fought from Shanghai to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Wuhan, and from Wuhan to northern China, witnessing firsthand the brutal fighting on the main fronts and the resilience of those behind enemy lines.
She met Gouzi, a simple-minded young man from the Northeast who grew from a defeated soldier into a fighter, then smiled and said, “I killed thirteen Japanese soldiers. That was worth it.”
She met Xiufen, a woman who had been violated, learned to shoot, killed seven Japanese soldiers, and finally died at Taierzhuang.
She met Shitou, a six-year-old boy whose parents had been killed. He picked up a pistol and pulled the trigger with his small, inexperienced hands.
She met Zhao Tiezhu, a veteran who had fought for eight years.
