Lin Yu, an ordinary migrant worker for 26 years, traveled back to 1935 and became an ordinary soldier in the Sichuan Army. There is no system, no golden finger, and even the painful knowledge of history is locked up and unable to be told. He knew that the comrades around him would walk step by step towards the flesh and blood mill in Shanghai and towards death. How could he save them, give them hope, and describe to them the prosperous age of New China?
