My name is Xie Ziyou, a foreign correspondent who is so poor that he can't even pay the rent.
Originally, he just wanted to hide in Madrid, drink red wine and watch football games, but he accidentally got involved in a war that changed the world.
They say that whoever controls the Ink Strait controls the ink of the world.
They say ink is more expensive than blood.
I didn't believe it until I saw the mine that sank the oil tanker, until I got the top-secret document that could make the whole world tremble.
This is my battlefield diary, recording the truth they don't want you to know.
(Warm reminder: All contents in this article are fictitious, and any similarities are purely coincidental)
