Winter 1936, Huaqing Palace. The first thing I did when I woke up from time traveling was to check the shell gun on my waist three times.
Whampoa Military Academy, the Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Wuhan, the Chinese Expeditionary Force... These few lines in the history books are the Great Wall of flesh and blood that my brothers and I sacrificed our lives to fill.
I'm not a hero, I'm just a little guy who wants to survive until the war is won. But for that day, I can nail myself to every inch of scorched earth.
This is a pity...
The structure is clear.