Across a thousand miles of Jiangnan, golden waves of rice swayed in the fields. It was a peaceful, ordinary life, year after year.
In 1937, the fires of war crossed the river, and iron hooves trampled the countryside. Lin Yanqiu, a nineteen-year-old farmer's son, put down his sickle and left behind the smoke rising from his home, carrying with him the simple hope of an ordinary life as he hurried into a world consumed by war.
No System, no special advantages. He had always feared death and loved his homeland; he was never born a hero.
But in a chaotic age, there was no retreat, and no one could sit idle while their homeland was in peril.
He saw defeated soldiers strewn across the land, watched his comrades fall, and endured the fires of hell. An ordinary man from Jiangnan gritted his teeth and grew amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He witnessed the cruelty of war and the struggles of human nature, as his comrades fell one by one on the battlefield.
There are no miracles of winning every battle, only ordinary people struggling to survive beneath the bombardment. With nothing but mortal flesh and blood, they make a last stand to defend their shattered homeland.
The flames of war consumed Jiangnan's old dreams,
while nameless ordinary people carried their homeland on their shoulders.
[This is a realistic story of resistance during the war against Japan. There are no power-ups. It focuses on ordinary people struggling and growing amid the cruelty of war. If this isn't for you, please read with care.]
