On the day he traveled through time, Lin Yuanzheng thought he had fallen into a war game of his own design. The gunfire was real, and so were the bodies. His spirit transformed into a battalion commander of the Northeastern Army, and he encountered the most tragic moment of the Songhu Battle.
The only thing that was different from ordinary people was that he could sense the battlefield with his eyes closed - where the Japanese troops had touched and whether there was an ambush on the flanks, just like a wild animal smelling danger. But war is not a game, there is no resurrection button. He crawled out from the pile of dead with more than thirty remaining soldiers, collected the defeated soldiers, and formed an "independent detachment" that didn't even have enough guns.
From Songhu to Nanjing, from Jiangyin to Huaihai, it took a modern person twelve years to complete the most difficult and heroic stretch of road in China. When he finally stood in front of Tiananmen in 1949, he truly understood those words——
This battle is not for yourself.
A very good anti-Japanese novel