On the day Lei Zhen was discharged from the border and returned to his hometown, he was kicked out of his yard by his cousin. He could only move into an abandoned air raid shelter at the end of the village to take refuge. Unexpectedly, he pierced the soil in the wall, and a dazzling light lit up behind him. The other side of the cave wall is not an underground river, but a World War II arsenal standing on the wasteland. Just empty shells, no raw materials. He tried visiting the scrap collection station in the county again. When he came back, he found that the hands of his watch had rotated three times in the opposite direction. Since then, the Japanese warehouse in the county has been missing something from time to time. The machine tools turned, the molten steel turned red, and the Japanese went crazy. As Lei Zhen stared at the first gun barrel sliding down the assembly line, he was only thinking about one thing - how to transport these things?
