In 1943, Shipai Fortress was in crisis. On both sides of the Qingjiang River, the Qin and Tian families were still fighting over a mouth of water.
Qin Zhanglong, the descendant of the Meishan Hunting God, picked up an old shotgun passed down from his ancestors and shot the tail wing of the Japanese plane. His archrival Masahiro Toda was dumbfounded: Is this Orion a human or a god?
"A charge on board is nothing, I'll greet you with a hunting knife!" No matter how good the Japanese bayonet skills are, they can't withstand blowguns, traps, and cave warfare. Three hours of hand-to-hand combat in Shipai, with bayonets hitting hunting knives, the Japanese panicked: How could this battle be fought like this? !
After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he took off his armor and returned home, secretly becoming the sharp knife of the underground party in western Hubei. It's not bright yet in Qingjiang, and he won't hold back his sword. "After a lifetime of hunting tigers, leopards and jackals, these two-legged beasts deserve to be killed the most."
Later, fighting broke out along the Yalu River. The retired god of hunting sharpened his knife all night, and took the Tujia son out of its sheath again - from Changjin Lake to Shangganling. This time, he handed the hunting knife into the hands of the next generation.
The water of the Qingjiang River will eventually wash away a hundred years of humiliation; the hunting god's sword will only protect the peaceful world.
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Why do we need so many reviews? They keep popping up. It's so annoying.
Well written,
I just finished a chapter and I think it's pretty good