Liangzi River is a small river that cannot even be found on the map.
In the autumn of 1931, people in yellow military uniforms came to Yujiatun by the river.
Yu Zhenshan, twenty-five years old, the third oldest, a farmer. He is illiterate and has never traveled far. His biggest wish in this life is to have enough food, clothing and clothing to survive.
But time has passed.
After the Japanese arrived, his biggest wish became—to live.
He is not a hero. He commanded no battles and formulated no strategies. He just wants to survive in troubled times.
But troubled times don't allow it.
Fourteen years. He changed from a peasant who trembled at the sight of dead people to a man who could hold a gun, endure hunger and cold, and survive in desperate situations without falling.
He wants to tell you that in that war, most Chinese people were not born warriors. They were forced.
He also wants to tell you that there was a group of people on this black land. They did not leave their names, but they did not kneel down.
An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood. One hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops.
This book is dedicated to those whose names have not been left behind.
