In 1937, Songhu artillery fire tore Shanghai apart. Ten miles of foreign land were burned to scorched earth, and the water of the Huangpu River was stained with blood.
Qin Feng, an ordinary young man in the 21st century, suddenly transformed into an Akita dog and fell into the human hell of 1937. The mouth cannot speak, the hands cannot hold, only a canine body and the historical memory engraved in the soul.
He was once an ordinary person who risked his life to protect himself in peaceful times, but he witnessed the tragedy of the Chen family of the silk family with his own eyes, and saw the spoiled daughter Chen Zhi's family destroyed overnight. From escaping from death in the ruins of Zhabei, to fighting in the dark night in the west alley of Shanghai; from luring the enemy in the occupied area, to stealing the opportunity in the Japanese headquarters. He used the skin of the "Imperial War Dog" as a shield, human wisdom as a blade, a secret message hidden in his collar, and the tips of his claws to detect murderous intentions, and traveled thousands of miles through the smoke and smoke of East China.
I have seen the setting sun on the top of the city of Nanjing, and walked through the frost in the countryside of northern Jiangsu; I have witnessed the lonely lamps in the four rows of warehouses, and I have also survived the long nights in the dark countryside. From the bereaved dog who just wants to survive, to the nameless loyal soul guarding the country; from the delicate and ignorant rich lady, to the underground soldier who goes deep into the tiger's den.
The growth of a dog is a silent war of resistance. Eight years of blood and tears in the mountains and rivers, a dog's soul forged a heart of loyalty. There is no medal, no inscription, only a spine that never bows. We remember history not to perpetuate hatred; we protect peace because it always comes from the Great Wall of flesh and blood.
