Lin Feng, a modern retired soldier, accidentally traveled through a thunderstorm and stepped into the scorched earth of the 1937 Songhu Battle. The bayonet of the Japanese army at the alley cut through the morning fog and pierced the chest of the compatriots. The dazzling red burn awakened the blood in his bones - no matter how time and space he was displaced, he couldn't protect the person in front of him, what kind of man was he?
From the fierceness of hitting Japanese soldiers with wooden stool legs on the street, to the clumsiness of holding Hanyang made in the trenches; from being ridiculed by veterans for having "fine skin and tender meat", to using modern fighting techniques to tear open gaps in night attacks. With the wild spirit of "doing it if you don't accept it", he fought hard among the ruins of Sihang Warehouse, fought madly in the flesh and blood mill of Taierzhuang, and defended on the scorched earth of Changsha.
The military dagger with the word "Shou" engraved on his waist is the only anchor point, and the bloody fruit candy in his pocket is the last softness. He doesn't understand the general trend of history. He only knows that behind him are people who need to be protected, and in front of him are ghosts that should be killed. The blood blisters were broken and knotted, and scars were piled on top of scars. He carved "living towards death" into his bones——
"It doesn't matter if I die, as long as more people can see the sun tomorrow, it's worth it."
This is a story about a time traveler tempered into steel in the flames of war. It is also the epitome of thousands of unknown heroes using their flesh and blood to create dawn in the darkness.
