Lin Feng accidentally transmigrates to 1942, amid the raging flames of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. The land is shattered, and enemy cavalry tramples across it.
As blood-soaked memories become a reality he can touch, he lets out a cold roar: “You damn Japanese devils! I’ve been waiting far, far too long for this day.”
History has never been written by one person. Swept along by the tide of the times, he feels as small as a speck of dust.
Only by following the beacon’s guidance, forging an iron will, and drawing the invaders into the boundless sea of people’s war can the nation rise again.
And so, with a panoramic map-scanning System, Lin Feng sets out to find the Eighth Route Army, forms a guerrilla unit, and steadily grows stronger.
Along the Jiaoji Railway and on the shores of the Yellow Sea, he blows up military trains and sinks warships, dealing blow after merciless blow to the Japanese invaders.
The commander of the Japanese Fifth Independent Mixed Brigade stationed in Qingdao cries out in alarm: “How can one little Eighth Route Army guerrilla unit hold off an entire Imperial Army infantry regiment?”
Witness the heroic people of Jiaodong vow to annihilate the Japanese invaders, staining the coast with their blood, and ultimately grow into the Fourth and Ninth Columns of the East China Field Army and the Thirteenth Column of the East China Field Army during the War of Liberation.
A tribute to the Chinese people who fought for fourteen years in a war soaked in blood!
I have read so many chapters before commenting. First of all, I would like to give a thumbs up to the author for his diligence. The article is well written and the story is rich. I will keep reading. Come on, author!
Reading this, I feel like I have returned to that war-torn era. The plot is full of ups and downs, and it makes my blood boil. It's so beautiful! 👍👍👍