Any Stories About Transmigrating into Republican-Era China, Fleeing Famine, and Getting Caught Up in Spy Wars?

1 北 The Barber in Peiping Opens the Door to the Devils at the Beginning Yi Ran Zou Chen ShuangUrban1.6M WordsCompleted 24.3kReads8.1Score2.2kShelves

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Those in spy wars are all mavericks. If anyone messes with the protagonist, the good guys and bad guys will only be left dead.

3 破 Windbreaker Half SunHistorical181k WordsCompleted 4.9kReads8.8Score458Shelves

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It truly reproduces a bloody and cruel battle on the secret front of our party in Shanghai in 1931.

4 穿 Transmigrated Into a 1940S Book: From the Start, It's Just Me, My Little Sister, and a Baby Fleeing for Our Lives Cute Little MahuaModern Romance3.4M WordsOngoing 17.1kReads9.1Score1.1kShelves

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In the first book, the little girl was only 5 years old, and the villagers were massacred by the Japanese. The heroine is young and has a golden finger, but the author writes well and doesn't feel too obtrusive. The heroine and a group of people escaped from the north to Shanghai. They are a group of people with flesh and blood. It is very beautiful! In the third book, the female protagonist is very strong, but cautious about the male protagonist [cool]

6 穿 Transmigrating to Republican-Era China: From the Start, All I Had Was a Pancake One Little OrangeModern Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 23.7kReads9.2Score2.4kShelves

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I just read this book recently. It's a good read. The heroine travels back in time and becomes a fugitive from famine in the Republic of China. She is involved in a spy war because of a life-saving sesame seed cake and a place to stay given by the underground party. The heroine is a timid and smart person. Even though she knew that she might die, she still decided to embark on a difficult path in that era. I really admire the heroine.

7 重 Reborn in 1942: While Others Flee on Tree Bark, I Eat Stewed Meat Getting Up in the Morning to Eat SpinachUrban1.0M WordsCompleted 24.4kReads7.1Score1.2kShelves

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On the run from famine, the male protagonist kills Japanese and traitors. The male protagonist kills decisively, neither doting on his sisters nor doting on women. There are women but no female protagonists. When you see a woman, you won't be unable to walk, you won't be smart, you won't be able to touch your nose. It's a breath of fresh air. The male protagonist is ambitious and will kill anyone who stands in his way. If his sister becomes an obstacle, there is also a method of killing the girl to achieve enlightenment. If you like to escape, you can read a good book in the style of Su who kills the girl. I highly recommend it!

8 谍 Spy War 1937: From the Start, I Wiped Out the Special Higher Section Zixiao KeUrban2.8M WordsOngoing 48.1kReads8.3Score3.3kShelves

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Nice! Nice! Nice!

10 谍 Espionage: I’m a Screwdriver, Infiltrating No. 76 Fragrant Blossoms in SpringUrban2.6M WordsOngoing 47.6kReads8.0Score3.4kShelves

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A must-read espionage story! The protagonist traveled through time and became cannon fodder of the army. He possesses unlimited space and has two golden fingers. He goes undercover with the code name "Screwdriver" and goes undercover No. 76. Flying screwdrivers hit every target, killing Japanese and traitors without mercy; using space to transport materials to support the anti-Japanese war, playing pig and eating tiger in the cracks between the Japanese and puppets, the military command, and the underground party, and turning the extreme. There is no procrastination, the start is high-energy, the spy battle is full of tension, and the excitement is so dense that you can't stop! [Bookshelf plus one]

11 开 Starting in 1938, My Space Can Keep My Life Alive Ou JiuModern Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 12kReads8.8Score1.4kShelves

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Give this one a try, anti-war novel, spy war novel, double strength

13 穿 The Commander Who Traveled Through the Republic of China Begged Me to Let Him Go and Pursue a Career Mu Yizi JunModern Romance287k WordsCompleted 3.6kReads9.1Score307Shelves

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In the first film, the heroine becomes a spy in order to survive. When he was on a mission, he was forced to recognize his relatives by a military spy (aunt). He had a money-grubbing uncle and the aunt of a military spy. Become a double agent with the hero. The heroine pretends to be a silly and sweet person in life, a smart secretary at work, and becomes Director Zhou's confidant.

14 铁 Railway Archives: the Stinging Hour St RifleUrban349k WordsCompleted 3Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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August 24, 1945, before dawn. Yixian Railway Station stood in the pre-dawn darkness, like a scarred beast. The spire of the bell tower was silhouetted in the dim light, the bullet holes on the dial were clearly visible, and the hands were permanently stopped at a certain moment. Seven days of continuous bombardment had ceased, and the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth lingered in the air, along with a strange, disturbing silence. A team moved through the rubble. No flags, no slogans. The sound of straw sandals and cloth shoes stepping on broken bricks, and the slight friction of rifles shaking with steps were amplified in the empty streets and quickly swallowed up by the ruins. They are the local armed forces of the Liaoxi detachment of the Eighth Route Army, thirty-seven people, led by Captain Zhao. The mission was clear: lead the way for the following Soviet troops to reach the railway station, the last fortress in the county. When the station square came into view, the sky was just turning white. The square was littered with sandbag fortifications, the wreckage of bombed armored vehicles, and several Japanese corpses that had not been collected in time, maintaining the posture of their last struggle. Most of the windows on the second floor of the main building were broken, and the holes were as dark as the eye sockets of a skull. Captain Zhao raised his right hand and the team stopped. At this moment, a cannon sounded. Not from the direction of the Soviet position behind them, but from inside the station - dull, short, like something exploding in a tin can. Then came the second, and then the third. That wasn't an attack, it sounded more like... Destroying files, or blowing up equipment. Then silence fell again. Deeper and more complete than before. Captain Zhao frowned and made a gesture. The team was divided into three groups and spread out along the edge of the square, with guns pointed at various exits of the station building. No one spoke, only the click of the gun being pulled, spreading crisply in the morning mist. One minute. Two minutes. A white flag poked out of a window on the third floor of the station's main building. It wavered hesitantly at first, then fully unfolded—not a formal white flag, it looked like a torn shirt or sheet tied to a mop pole. It stayed there for a few seconds, and then the second window also stretched out a white flag, then the third, and the fourth... The white flag fluttered feebly in the morning wind, like a flag calling for souls. Captain Zhao took a breath and shouted in Japanese: "Stop shooting without killing!" The voice echoed in the empty square. Then he shouted again in Chinese. Wait. The first Japanese soldier came out of the side door of the main building. He raised his hands, palms facing outward, his military uniform was wrinkled, his helmet was gone, and his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead. He walked very slowly, and every step felt like stepping on a red-hot iron plate. Then the second, third... Squirmed out from every corner, formed a crooked queue, and headed towards the area designated by the Soviet military in the center of the square. They lowered their heads, not daring to look at anyone. Some people's hands were shaking, some people's legs were shaking, and some people's pants were wet, and dark water stains spread from thighs to knees. Captain Zhao signaled the soldiers to step forward and collect their guns. The Japanese soldiers obediently placed their rifles, pistols, and bayonets on the ground, their movements as stiff as marionettes. The sound of metal colliding could be heard scatteredly, each sound echoing in the silent air. At this time, the leading troops of the Soviet army arrived. Five trucks roared into the square. The trucks were filled with soldiers, wrapped in heavy military coats, and the submachine guns on their shoulders shone coldly. A Soviet major jumped out of the car, had a brief conversation with Captain Zhao, and began to command the surrender. Japanese soldiers were ordered to kneel down. When the first group of people knelt down, their knees hit the ground with a dull sound. Then came the second group, the third group... Thirty-seven Japanese soldiers, kneeling in an irregular square formation in the center of the square. They hung their heads deeply, their foreheads almost touching the ground, and the military uniforms on their backs continued to rise and fall with trembling. Someone began to sob softly, their voices muffled and broken. The Soviet Major lit a cigarette and squinted at the scene. Smoke drifted slowly from his nostrils. Suddenly—without warning—a burst of gunfire rang out. Not towards people, but towards the Japanese flag on the top of the bell tower. The bullet accurately broke the flagpole. The broken sun flag trembled suddenly, rolled and fell, and fell heavily on the third floor terrace. Then it slid down and fell into a pile of broken bricks. Gunshots echoed over the square. All the kneeling Japanese soldiers trembled at the same time, their bodies shrank tighter and their heads lowered. The sound of chattering teeth was clearly audible, like a flock of frozen birds. The Soviet major threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his boot, turned and walked away. *** In the station dispatch room, Ye Tian stood in front of the window and took in everything. He had been standing here for twenty minutes. From the appearance of the first white flag, to the Japanese soldiers kneeling in the square, to the fall of the sun flag. He looked carefully, but there was no expression on his face - no joy of victory, no joy of revenge, only a deep calm, like the surface of a frozen lake. The door was pushed open and Zhang Laoliu rushed in, his young face flushed with excitement. "Mr. Ye! Look!" He pointed out the window, his voice trembling, "Look at how bearish they are! What bullshit bushido! What about the invincibility of the imperial army! Bah!" Ye Tian did not respond immediately. His eyes passed over the kneeling figures and looked further away - towards the platform, where several railway workers were setting up pots to light a fire. Golden grains of rice were poured into the boiling water. Smoke rose straight up, glowing with a faint cyan color in the morning light. "Remember what they are like now, Lao Liu." Ye Tian finally spoke, his voice was very steady, "But more importantly, remember that what makes them like this is not the look in our eyes at this moment." Zhang Lao Liu was stunned: "That's...?" "It's fourteen years." Ye Tian turned around and looked at the young man, "Every Chinese who died in the past fourteen years is the result of fourteen years of resistance. Their emperor is afraid of atomic bombs, we-" He paused, "we rely on people who are not afraid of death." The door opened again, and Captain Zhao came in with a cold air. He first looked out the window, and then said to Zhang Laoliu: "Don't stand here. Go to the platform to help and make the porridge thicker. Our people, as well as the Soviet brothers who have just arrived, all have to eat warm." Zhang Laoliu wiped his face hard, said "yes" loudly, and ran out. The dispatch room fell silent. Captain Zhao walked to Ye Tian and the two stood side by side in front of the window. In the square, the surrender process continued, with Soviet soldiers counting weapons and registering prisoner information. Everything was in order, but there was a sense of haste that ended in a hurry. "The Soviet army will set off on September 1st." Captain Zhao whispered, still looking out the window. "By then, this place will be empty." Ye Tian nodded. "Your mission remains unchanged." Captain Zhao turned his head and his eyes fell on Ye Tian's face, "Like a nail, nail it here. The station cannot be messy, and the railway line must be smooth. Wait-" He did not finish, but Ye Tian knew what was behind it. Wait for "Jingzhe". This is the code name I received ten days ago. There is no specific content, no timetable, just one word: Jingzhe. It means to lie dormant, waiting, and to emerge at the right time. "I understand." Ye Tian said. Captain Zhao patted his shoulder very hard. This is the last handover between them - from this moment on, Ye Tian will stay alone in this county that has just been recovered but may change hands again at any time, on the eve of the enemy's imminent arrival. Captain Zhao is gone. Ye Tian was the only one left in the dispatch room. He looked out the window again. The surrender in the square was coming to an end, the Japanese prisoners were loaded onto trucks, and the Soviet soldiers began to clean the place. On the platform, the pot of millet porridge has boiled out rice oil. The golden porridge is rolling in the pot, steaming, and the aroma is wafting over, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and morning dew. This fragrance is very light, but very persistent. It entered the control room and filled the air, like some kind of announcement - the enemy's flag fell, the gun was handed over, and the people knelt. But life goes on. The living need to be fed, the injured need to be healed, the bombed railroad tracks need to be repaired, and the disrupted transportation needs to be restored. The real struggle may have just begun. Ye Tian withdrew his gaze and walked to the huge railway map on the wall. On the yellowed drawings, the Sinyi Line, Jincheng Line, and branch lines from Yixian to Fuxin... The criss-crossing tracks extend like blood vessels. And Yixian Station is an important node on this network. His finger gently pressed on the word "Yixian". Then he turned around, locked the door of the dispatch room, and walked along the corridor toward the platform. The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, one after another, steady and clear. On the platform, Zhang Laoliu was stirring the porridge pot with a long-handled spoon. Seeing Ye Tian, ​​he grinned: "Mr. Ye, the porridge will be ready soon!" Ye Tian nodded and sat down on the bench next to the platform. The morning light was completely spread out, and the sky was a clean light blue. The whistle of a train came in the distance - it was the first Soviet supply train coming from the direction of Jinzhou, bringing more soldiers and more supplies. He looked at the direction in which the railway tracks extended, and the flame about "The Waking of Insects" burned quietly in his heart. Not blazing, not ostentatious, but warm enough to burn through the frozen soil. Enough.

32 双 Twin Rivers: Bloodbath in Republican-Era Shanghai Good Luck Keeps ComingUrban2.6M WordsOngoing 2.4kReads5.8Score149Shelves

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Because many people thought this case was evil

36 夜 Thestrals Dinghan Empire Who Loves to Eat WafflesUrban853k WordsOngoing 1.6kReads—Score123Shelves

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Lin Guangyao picked up the pen and added a line under the scrawled suicide note: "Wang Tianfeng, head of the Shanghai Military Reunion 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: "In troubled times, what's the matter with the fluttering flowers? I can only see the cold plum blossoms reflected in the snow. There is no way to know that there is 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 be like you.

37 半 Half a System Takes on the World Lord Ye and the DragonUrban668k WordsCompleted 169Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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He traveled through the Songhu battlefield and became a soldier of the national army. There were constant bloody battles all the way. After breaking out of Nanjing, he accidentally entered the special training class for military reunification and became an agent. He wanted to move closer to the organization, but his special identity made it difficult to gain trust. No matter how hard he tried, he never lost his desire to kill the Japanese.

38 谍 Espionage: Three Years, Then Three More, and Now I'm a Japanese Colonel Daily Ten-Thousand-Word WriterUrban3.7M WordsCompleted 105.1kReads8.8Score8.7kShelves

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It's good to read. I really want to read it in Shuhuang.

39 职 Career Entries: Starting Out as a Rickshaw Puller in the Demon Martial Republic of China No Deification in the Primordial EraUrban2.1M WordsOngoing 78.4kReads7.7Score9.4kShelves

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Can it be weird?

42 民 Bandit Village in the Republic of China Uncle Li of the Island ReefUrban2.1M WordsCompleted 3.6kReads8.1Score454Shelves

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This is a period novel with multiple female protagonists, covering house fights, bandits, passionate resistance to war, escape from famine, and the years of educated youth, etc. If you like this kind of works, you might as well take a look, I guarantee you won't be able to put it down [Send my heart][Send my heart]

43 两 Traveling Between Two Worlds: the 1970S Live Hard 2Urban3.2M WordsOngoing 186Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Oh, go to me with one word, oh me

45 谍 The Mystery of Espionage The Great Way Is NaturalUrban471k WordsOngoing 150Reads6.3Score—Shelves

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⚡ High-energy highlights: - The IQ showdown between undercover agents and top villains - The mystery of identity is reversed layer by layer, a game of faith comparable to "The Foolish Show" - The good and evil of human nature are intertwined in the spy film 🔥 **Your help is needed! ** 🔥

47 军 The Queen of the Military Intelligence Bureau Moon with a Faint SmileUrban1.2M WordsCompleted 13kReads8.8Score1.7kShelves

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Realistic style, big heroine, no system, no time travel, online IQ, absolutely wonderful! ✧٩(ˊωˋ*)و✧

49 民 The Female Shopkeeper Who Traveled Through Time in the Republic of China A Page to Know the Autumn Drunken BegoniaModern Romance589k WordsOngoing 107Reads—Score—Shelves

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A female college student who just graduated and opened a small shop traveled to the war-torn Republic of China. She wrote about making a fortune and surviving in troubled times.

50 民 The Gentleman of the Republic Starry WordsUrban1.8M WordsCompleted 3.9kReads8.6Score216Shelves

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Bring it on! Save this book! Nice…