In 1914, the old world had yet to realize it was about to die.
Crowns, arms, railways, banks, colonies, factories, and newspapers all conspired to push countless ordinary people toward the abyss.
Zhu Bolun woke up on mornings in that year again and again.
He knew war was coming. He knew fortresses would fall and trains would carry young men to their graves.
But he had no rank, no wealth, no power. He couldn’t even hold on to his own body.
All he could do was drag a deserter back from beyond the barbed wire, smuggle a piece of evidence across the border, and deliver a message to someone still alive.
This is not the story of a savior.
It is the story of someone who keeps surviving, hoping to help the world remember everyone.
I like what I wrote, and I hope you will also like it after reading it.
The first six chapters are quite well written. I would like to give it five stars to support it. I will read the subsequent chapters before leaving comments.