My name is Ma Chengxi, and my codename is Fox.
One second I was teaching CQB tactics at a modern shooting range. The next, I was blown into Beiping in 1936.
When I opened my eyes, three Japanese ruffians were attacking students with their swords. All I had was a jammed Mauser pistol.
No big deal.
I can reload one-handed faster than most people can blink. I can dodge bullets at close range, and when my enemies think I'm done for, I get back up behind them.
While others wait for orders, I take action. While others guard their posts, I infiltrate enemy camps.
No gun? I take one from the enemy. No recruits? I pick them out of the refugees.
With a starving cook, a timid student, a stubborn old soldier, and a pickpocket from the overpass, this band of outcasts and “good-for-nothings” became the first special operations team in North China to earn a hundred-thousand-tael bounty from the Japanese army.
Yamamoto Ichiro called me an enemy of the Empire.
I told him, “You'd better send more men, because I have one little quirk when it comes to war: the enemy supplies all my ammunition.”
The Japanese have planes and artillery. I have modern tactics.
They have a human wave. I have gun-fu.
In this life, I'll use a single bullet to tell the invaders on this land:
Once, a special operations team set out from Beiping in 1936 and fought its way through the entire War of Resistance.
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