When he opened his eyes again, he had become a sixteen-year-old soldier on the Korean battlefield, equipped with a five-kilometer holographic field of vision and a hundred cubic meters of storage space. On the battlefield, he never missed a shot and repeatedly distinguished himself: three First-Class Meritorious Service medals and one Special-Class medal. He captured an American military engineer single-handedly and seized technical blueprints, gold, U.S. dollars, top-of-the-line watches, cases of cigarettes, and American military rations.
After the armistice, the organization helped him find his biological father, who had been missing for many years: Yi Zhonghai, a Level Eight fitter living in a courtyard house.
From the battlefield to the hutongs, from soldier to deputy division chief inspector on the railway. In this life, he had both the decisive ruthlessness of a battlefield veteran and the worldly savvy honed by eighty-eight years of experience. The schemes in the courtyard, the famine during the three years of great disaster, the antiques in the hands of the former aristocracy, the hurdles his fellow soldiers couldn’t overcome: none of it was a problem for him.
With gold, U.S. dollars, cigarettes, chocolate, American military overcoats, and the clear-eyed heart of an old soldier stockpiled in his storage space, he returned from the smoke of war and stepped into the cooking smoke rising over the courtyard houses.
I just got home and paid the electricity bill.
It's logical and realistic. Although the battle is not boring, the space is a bit small.