In 1937, the Songhu battlefield was like a red-hot iron pot, and what was thrown into it was human life. Xu Lianshan was an inconspicuous acting platoon leader in the Sichuan Army. He wore straw sandals, his rifle was astringent, and his brothers could not even get a hot meal. He was forced to take over the command, and from then on every order was guaranteed with his life. After breaking all the way, they retreated eastward, guarded the remaining city of Teng County, and fired their machine guns hot in the rain of the Dabie Mountains. When they went deep behind enemy lines, they had to borrow food from the people, snatch medicine from the Japanese transport team, and squeeze their way out between the puppet troops, bandits and traitors. His opponent, Kuroki Masahiko, was like a net that was getting tighter and tighter, sweeping, burning mountains, and blocking ditches to crush the enemy rear to death. Xu Lianshan is not a hero, but a company commander who refuses to leave: as long as the number is still there, the straw-shoe soldiers have to stand until the day of victory.
A very good novel, worth reading.