The thing that Lin Muyun regrets most in his life is not losing weight before time travel.
As a result, when I opened my eyes, in Jinling in 1937, the Japanese invaded the city and mourned everywhere.
Run? His body can't run two hundred meters.
Spell? Never even touched a gun.
He was about to be confessed in the alley——
"Ding! Kill ten Japs and the system will be unlocked!"
A simple and honest fat man has since become the "white devil" in the Japanese army's files.
White hair and silver eyes can summon wind and thunder; flying swords and hidden weapons can pierce the Yangtze River with a hundred steps.
The Sixth Division, the Sixteenth Division, the Shanghai Expeditionary Army Headquarters... The numbers disappeared from his hands one by one.
