Autumn 1940, northwest Shanxi.
The sound of gunfire exploded like exploding beans in the vast mountains, and the smoke wrapped around the loess, dyeing the entire sky a muddy earthy yellow. Li Feng was lying on the back of the rock at the front of the position, staring at the Japanese artillery position on the ridge opposite. His lips were chapped and turned white. He had not slept for two days and one night.
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