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Books by 五指狙击
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War of Resistance: The Ironblood Blade 抗战之铁血锋刃
This is a war novel with backbone, one that refuses to pander to the market's demand for cheap thrills. It is committed to the plainest, most unadorned prose to convey the heaviest emotions. It writes war into the bones and hides its feelings in the details. This is not a book for thrills. It is a book to help us remember.
68Reads—Score—Shelves
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Wasteland Armorer 废土军械师
On the wasteland, civilization has collapsed and the strong prey on the weak. Lin Feng, a veteran who spent three years battling in a game, unexpectedly finds his consciousness projected into a real wasteland. There are no respawns and no second chances. Death is the end. Starting with an empty gun from an abandoned police station, he kills scavenger machines, loots police equipment, befriends mechanic Zhao Feng, and barters for supplies in Scrap Iron Town, gradually securing a foothold. The F
5Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Son-in-Law, Po Jun 赘婿破军
She spent five years in a wheelchair. He spent three years pretending to be useless. Everyone in Jiangcheng laughed at her for marrying a good-for-nothing. Until he knelt before her, eyes red, and said, “You were the one who saved me five years ago.” She had waited for him for five years and never told anyone. He had massaged her legs for three years, never knowing she had lost the use of them because of him. That night, she stood up for the first time and walked toward him. He said, “From
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Sixty Below Zero 零下六十度
-60°C 100 days of polar night. Old Zhang died on the third day. He was still writing in his diary before he died. Xiaoman died three years ago. Her last words were, “Dad, it's snowing so hard. I can't see the way.” I survived. The price was two fingers, my eyesight, and 87 letters I never sent. Every Wednesday, I get a phone call from a girl named Xiaolin. She asks, “What's the temperature there?” I say, “-55.” She says, “It's 18 above where I am. The sun is out.” Later, the phone stopped ringin
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