Lin Feng, a modern veteran, transmigrates by accident during a thunderstorm. The moment he opens his eyes, he finds himself on the scorched battlefields of the 1937 Battle of Shanghai. A Japanese bayonet at the end of an alley cuts through the morning mist and pierces a compatriot’s chest. The searing flash of red awakens the blood in his veins. What does it matter if he’s been thrown into the wrong time? If he can’t protect the people right in front of him, what kind of man is he?
From smashing Japanese soldiers with a chair leg in the street to awkwardly gripping a Hanyang rifle in the trenches; from being mocked by veterans for his “soft, delicate skin” to using modern combat techniques to break through enemy lines in a night raid, he charges ahead with a fierce, “If you’ve got a problem, let’s fight” spirit. He fights to the death among the ruins of Sihang Warehouse, goes berserk in the meat grinder of Taierzhuang, and holds the scorched earth at Changsha to the last.
The military dagger engraved with the word “Protect” at his waist is his only anchor. The bloodstained candy in his pocket is the last trace of softness he has left. He knows nothing of the great tides of history. He only knows that the people behind him must be protected, and the devils in front of him must be killed. Blisters break and heal; scars pile upon scars. He engraves “Live by facing death” into his bones.
“I don’t care if I die, as long as more people get to see the sun tomorrow. It’s worth it.”
This is the story of a transmigrator tempered into steel amid the flames of war, and a glimpse of countless nameless heroes who battered their way through the darkness with their own flesh and blood to bring forth the dawn.
