He woke up in 2026 and fell back to Shanghai in 1936 with the bloody memories of the eight-year war of resistance.
There are only seven months left before the Battle of Songhu.
The world is reveling, not knowing that the end is coming; only he has seen purgatory, seen the souls of the dead, and seen his comrades trading their lives for mountains and rivers.
In his last life, he escaped from battle and regretted it for the rest of his life.
In this life, he gave up stability, left his parents, entered the military academy, and went into the smoke of war.
"I am not a hero. I just live well for Chen Tiezhu and for all those who have not survived."
Eighty years have passed, and everyone is at peace in the world. This prosperous age is as they wished.
