On a rainy night in Shiliupu, Lin Chen lay in the mud like a dead dog, with broken ribs and his life hanging by a thread.
Open your eyes again, double-travel memories are fused, and the logistics system is activated.
From this moment on, the Yakuza who allowed himself to be bullied died.
Kill local gangsters, annex gangs, control concessions, and kill traitors. With the support of modern cognition and system, he used his decisiveness to fight his way through troubled times.
Not a Holy Mother, not soft-hearted, cruel to the enemy, and protective of one's own shortcomings.
When the iron hooves of the Japanese trampled through the mountains and rivers, Lin Chen stood on the top of Shanghai, with a million-strong army behind him.
"In these troubled times, I have the final say. Not an inch of China's soil can be lost."
