Shen Moyan, a doctor in the military industry, woke up and found that he had become the playboy trash of 1938. His fiancée looked at him like she was trash.
He casually drew a sketch of an "individual rocket launcher" and threw it to the Chongqing Arsenal, where he was blasted out as a lunatic.
As a result, on the day of the rocket launcher test, Dai Li came to the door in person: "Mr. Shen, the chairman of the committee wants to see you."
The military commander, the central commander, the underground party, and Japanese spies were wooing from all sides and assassinating from all sides.
He pushed up his glasses and smiled harmlessly: "I'm just a prodigal, I don't know anything about black technology."
Only his "vases fiancée" climbed through the window late at night and handed him a copy of "On Protracted War": "Stop pretending, I know who you are."
Shen Moyan's pupils shrank suddenly - this woman was hiding deeper than him!
