(Disclaimer) This story is an artistic work based on the historical framework of the Nanjing Massacre, focusing on compatriots struggling to survive in desperate wartime conditions. Some plot elements are fictional. We remember the pain of history and pay tribute to the fallen and the victims. We have no intention of altering historical facts.
[A history graduate student transmigrates into the owner of a Nanjing inn, with only three days from the start]
On December 9, 1937, Yang Jun opened his eyes and found himself the owner of the Ping'an Inn.
Three days later, Nanjing would fall, and 300,000 of his countrymen would lie in pools of blood.
All he had was a System, a dilapidated inn, and a six-year-old cousin.
Outside the door, Japanese bayonets glinted coldly.
Inside, he clamped a hand over the child's mouth.
When the first person knocked on the inn's door, Yang Jun knew...
In this six-week-long living hell, he had to carve out a place of safety.
Protect his countrymen, stand by one another.
Kill the Japanese invaders. Pay blood debts in blood.
I thought it was like a doomsday hotel that could block Japanese people. And didn't they say it blocked the sounds in the cellar? Why are they still afraid of being seen by the Japanese?
It's a very novel anti-war theme and looks good. Just give Japan a five-star rating.