We are a special forces team.
During a mission, we were involved in a different world.
There is a war going on here. It's not a war between humans - it's a war between gods and demons.
The enemy's god has awakened. Our God is still sleeping.
Until the captain stood in front of everyone and read out the poem.
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
Yue Fei's shadow stood up from behind him.
We later learned that was just the beginning.
Hou Yi. Thunder Lord. Jingwei. Sun Wukong.
The five of us have five Chinese righteous gods living in our bodies.
But there are four more enemies.
Each one more terrifying than the last.
And our remaining bullets—
Not much more.
The moment captain Lu Chen read "Man Jiang Hong" in the desperate situation of the quarry, Yue Wumu's shadow rose behind him. At that moment, they finally understood - China's five thousand years of heroic souls have never left this land.
Hou Yi's arrows, Thunder God's hammer, Jingwei's stone, Monkey King's ever-changing creations.
Five warriors, five Chinese gods.
This war is no longer just a battle between steel and flesh.
When Mjolnir on the other side of the Pacific has not yet been lifted, when the gods on Mount Olympus are still sleeping, and when Brahma on the banks of the Ganges has not yet opened his eyes - this "war of gods" on the North China Plain will ignite the beacon fire of the entire world.
From Taihang Mountain to Midway Island, from Nanjing to Normandy.
This is a global mythical war that belongs to the loyal soul of China.
