Siheyuan: I Stockpile Supplies, Only to Be Jolted Awake from the Start

On the streets of Beijing in the 1950s, the bell of a classic roadster rings crisply. Jiang Weidong has just opened his eyes in the back seat after slipping into a coma when he senses an infinite space within him, fifty meters in radius, packed with rows of armored vehicles and mountains of supplies. His predecessor's memories flood in: three generations of loyal heroes, a distinguished record of service, and one artillery shell that cost him his former body.