Not a bright sword! Starting on September 18th + Northeast Anti-Japanese War + Independent Development + No CP [Learned] The Japanese army is still planning to blast Liutiao Lake, and Zhao Shouyue has already laid a dragnet! Send a reconnaissance battalion to ambush in advance, wait for the Japanese to blow up the railway, and annihilate them all on the spot. Keep the corpses as irrefutable evidence, and use the famous counterattack to catch the Japanese by surprise at the source!
"No Japs Allowed": A masterpiece of anti-Japanese travel that will keep you awake at night. If you think that time-travel anti-Japanese novels are still the same old routine - wake up as a hero, have a golden finger wide open, tearing up Japanese enemies like cutting grass - then please be prepared to be completely subverted by this book. "No Japanese Left Behind" is not another cheap novel, but a brain-burning game of survival, a tempering of the modern soul in the blood and fire of history, and a war epic that will make your spine shiver and your blood boil. In the first chapter, he dressed as a "jail". This is no joke. Fu Shuiheng, a doctor of military industry in 2035, woke up lying on the scorched earth of the Xinkou battlefield in 1937, seriously injured, and was actually wearing the uniform of a lower-level Japanese officer. The first time I saw his Chinese troops retreating, the bayonet was already at his throat. The only way to survive is to use scattered military terminology and battlefield analysis that transcends the times to prove his worth to those who want to execute him. From the beginning, the author throws the protagonist into the most extreme ethical dilemma and identity paradox: How can a Chinese survive by pretending to be "Japanese"? This is not cheating, it is an intellectual dance on the tip of a knife. Without a system or superpower, Fu Shuiheng's only weapons are knowledge from the future and a Chinese heart. See how he pretends to be a Japanese military staff officer in half-baked Japanese and performs a thrilling "double act" in front of the raiding team; see how he walks into the Japanese stronghold with the terrifying title of "Extra-High School", uses psychology to obtain intelligence, and then blows up the entire warehouse while rescuing the underground party. Every crisis is not solved by brute force, but by precise psychological calculations, meticulous tactical deductions and amazing use of historical details. While reading, you can seem to hear the hum of his brain running at high speed. The most shocking thing was the vomiting after the "murder". When Fu Shuiheng used a homemade electric shock weapon to knock down the pursuing Japanese soldiers for the first time in order to protect his comrades, he did not cheer or feel numb. Instead, he vomited everything in his stomach in the ravine late at night, shaking so hard that he couldn't control himself. The author does not shy away from the trembling and collapse of a modern soul when faced with the loss of life. This unflattering portrayal of the cruelty of war and the delicate anatomy of the protagonist's psychological defenses give all the battles of wits and passion a heavy weight and real pain. The "cultured lunatic" and his "super-era war". In the Taihang base area, his "digital management of guerrilla warfare" and "map of Japanese military behavior patterns" were scorned by veterans. Until he used his junior high school chemistry knowledge - fertilizer, sugar, pot ash - to prepare improvised explosives, led a team to surprise the Japanese transfer station, and shocked everyone with a scientifically calculated explosion. When he screamed "No prisoner is allowed to go back" for the first time in desperation, you knew that a brand-new war wisdom had ignited a fire in this ancient land. Why do you need to start reading now? Because in this book, there is the most scarce "modern brain" on the historical battlefield. Let's see how he uses the dimensionality reduction of thinking in 2035 to attack the enemy in 1937. Because in this book, there are no stereotyped heroes or demons. Everyone is struggling, making choices, growing or falling in the blood and fire. Because in this book, the feeling of satisfaction does not come from invincibility, but from the sparks of wisdom that burst out in desperate situations; the touching feeling does not come from preaching, but from those silent sacrifices and forced strength. "No Japs Allowed" is a highly intelligent historical adventure, a serious inquiry into the depths of war and human nature, and a passionate legend written by a time traveler with his knowledge and life that cannot be missed. Turn the first page and you will lose track of time. When you close the last page, that period of history will no longer be just a few lines in a textbook for you. This life-and-death showdown across time and space has begun. Are you ready to enter?
"No Japs Allowed": A masterpiece of anti-Japanese travel that will keep you awake at night. If you think that time-travel anti-Japanese novels are still the same old routine - wake up as a hero, have a golden finger wide open, tearing up Japanese enemies like cutting grass - then please be prepared to be completely subverted by this book. "No Japanese Left Behind" is not another cheap novel, but a brain-burning game of survival, a tempering of the modern soul in the blood and fire of history, and a war epic that will make your spine shiver and your blood boil. In the first chapter, he dressed as a "jail". This is no joke. Fu Shuiheng, a doctor of military industry in 2035, woke up lying on the scorched earth of the Xinkou battlefield in 1937, seriously injured, and was actually wearing the uniform of a lower-level Japanese officer. The first time I saw his Chinese troops retreating, the bayonet was already at his throat. The only way to survive is to use scattered military terminology and battlefield analysis that transcends the times to prove his worth to those who want to execute him. From the beginning, the author throws the protagonist into the most extreme ethical dilemma and identity paradox: How can a Chinese survive by pretending to be "Japanese"? This is not cheating, it is an intellectual dance on the tip of a knife. Without a system or superpower, Fu Shuiheng's only weapons are knowledge from the future and a Chinese heart. See how he pretends to be a Japanese military staff officer in half-baked Japanese and performs a thrilling "double act" in front of the raiding team; see how he walks into the Japanese stronghold with the terrifying title of "Extra-High School", uses psychology to obtain intelligence, and then blows up the entire warehouse while rescuing the underground party. Every crisis is not solved by brute force, but by precise psychological calculations, meticulous tactical deductions and amazing use of historical details. While reading, you can seem to hear the hum of his brain running at high speed. The most shocking thing was the vomiting after the "murder". When Fu Shuiheng used a homemade electric shock weapon to knock down the pursuing Japanese soldiers for the first time in order to protect his comrades, he did not cheer or feel numb. Instead, he vomited everything in his stomach in the ravine late at night, shaking so hard that he couldn't control himself. The author does not shy away from the trembling and collapse of a modern soul when faced with the loss of life. This unflattering portrayal of the cruelty of war and the delicate anatomy of the protagonist's psychological defenses give all the battles of wits and passion a heavy weight and real pain. The "cultured madman" and his "super-era war". In the Taihang base area, his "digital management of guerrilla warfare" and "map of Japanese military behavior patterns" were scorned by veterans. Until he used his junior high school chemistry knowledge - fertilizer, sugar, pot ash - to prepare improvised explosives, led a team to surprise the Japanese transfer station, and shocked everyone with a scientifically calculated explosion. When he screamed "No prisoner is allowed to go back" for the first time in desperation, you knew that a brand-new war wisdom had ignited a fire in this ancient land. Why do you need to start reading now? Because in this book, there is the most scarce "modern brain" on the historical battlefield. Let's see how he uses the dimensionality reduction of thinking in 2035 to attack the enemy in 1937. Because in this book, there are no stereotyped heroes or demons. Everyone is struggling, making choices, growing or falling in the blood and fire. Because in this book, the feeling of satisfaction does not come from invincibility, but from the sparks of wisdom that burst out in desperate situations; the touching feeling does not come from preaching, but from those silent sacrifices and forced strength. "No Japs Allowed" is a highly intelligent historical adventure, a serious inquiry into the depths of war and human nature, and a passionate legend written by a time traveler with his knowledge and life that cannot be missed. Turn the first page and you will lose track of time. When you close the last page, that period of history will no longer be just a few lines in a textbook for you. This life-and-death showdown across time and space has begun. Are you ready to enter?
The first one is quite exciting in the game, killing the Japanese. The second one is about leading seven leading ladies to fight the Japanese. The theme is novel but a bit short and weak. The third one is about fighting against the Japanese alone.
There is no CP from the perspective of the male protagonist. The original character travels to the world of my group leader. The protagonist is a half-fairy. Goldfinger is okay. Real daily life. Not bad. It is worth recommending. It is almost 300,000 yuan now. You can take a look [Cool][Cool][Cool][Thinking][Thinking][Thinking]
The red land is thousands of miles away, and people die of hunger everywhere. In Guanzhong in the 17th year of the Republic of China, Zhao Ming struggled with rebellion and natural disasters, and an unwilling roar burst out from his chapped lips. From recklessness to commander-in-chief, he walked through the wars of troubled times and tore through despair with his blood and strategy: he seized food from the robbers' lair, he rose up in the melee of warlords, and he tempered his iron bones in the grievances of the rivers and lakes. When the mountains and rivers were shattered and the nation was in danger, this madman who had been burned by the scorching sun finally became a hero and carried the banner of war!
Lin Guangyao picked up the pen and added a line under the scrawled suicide note: "Wang Tianfeng, head of the Military Reunion Shanghai Station. Martyred for his country on the 25th of the first lunar month in 1939. Some people remember." He put down the pen, folded the letter and put it in the bottom of the drawer. There is another piece of paper locked there, with four lines of poetry written on it: "What's the matter with the fluttering flowers in troubled times? I can only see the cold plum blossoms reflected in the snow. There is no way to know the frost and snow on the road ahead, but there is a clear understanding in my heart." The ink has become a little faded. He gently caressed those lines of words, like caressing an old dream that could never come back. Outside the window, the lights of No. 76 Opposite were still bright. Behind a certain window, there was a woman in black uniform, looking down at the files to be processed tonight. She didn't look up. He didn't wait either. He just closed the drawer, stood up, and walked to the window. The night in Shanghai is always so bottomless black. But he knew that no matter how dark the night was, there would always be light. I just don't know if those people who never wake up after dawn will feel a pity. Lin Guangyao stood for a long time. For a long time, the moon moved from the tops of the sycamore trees to the eaves. Long enough for the wall clock to strike eleven. It took so long that he finally said to himself: Zhou Wenhao, I have finished writing your poem for you. Wang Tianfeng, I left your name for you. I'm still walking the same path you took. The day I can no longer walk, I will stop just like you!