Dear book friends, I am the author of "Bright Sword: Tempering".
This is a novel that took a long time to write. It's not cool writing. The protagonist has no golden fingers, no system, and no harem. He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who survived that war.
All he could do was shoulder the gun, charge, fall, and stand up again. The only thing special about him is that he "knows" something. But every time he uses this ability, he forgets something. He forgot more and more, until finally, he had no idea who he was.
But he remembered his comrades. I remember Lao Qin's tobacco, Xiao Shitou's bugle, and the monk's wooden stick.
He wrote this in a notebook and held it close to his chest.
The writing in the notebook was no longer legible by the end. But he's still there.
This is the story I want to write. About memory, about forgetting, about those who left no names.
If you like cool writing, this book may not be for you. But if you want to see how an ordinary person survived during that war - welcome to the first page.
