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There are thousands of Water Margin followers, half of whom are wimps Song Jiang! This time, I can't bear it! After crossing the Water Margin, I faced Song Jiang's hypocritical solicitation at the beginning. I directly shouted in front of everyone: "Your nonsense about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism will only lead my brothers to a dead end!" If Song Jiang wants to be recruited, I will rebel against him! He talks about hypocrisy and loyalty, but I want everyone to be equal! I'm here to save Lin Chong's wife, and I'm here to redress Wu Song's injustice! While Song Jiang was still working hard for the court, my Liangshan army had already refined magic weapons, grown high-yield grains, and its troops were pointing directly at Tokyo! My name is Shi Potian, the Lord of Liangshan whom storytellers have never told!

I have worked in a funeral parlor for three years and have seen all kinds of bizarre deaths. I have long been numb. Until Dazui, Houhou, I and I ran into the "Three White-robed Brothers" that the old master said about us on the way to transport corpses. They blocked the road side by side with expressionless faces. We took a detour and drove away, thinking that we would just pass by. But he couldn't bear the monkey's wish to die, so he insisted on asking the Chopstick Fairy to ask who the three white-robed men were that night. Now, the monkey is dying, and I seem to have figured out why those three men in white robes always stop our car at midnight...

A page of blood-stained diary travels through eighty years of time and space, revealing a story of redemption and inheritance written with life. In 1931, Zhang Xiaoman, a young boy on a snowy night in Shenyang, witnessed his parents being killed by Japanese bayonets and fled to the end of the world with a stagnant pocket watch. The flame of revenge was ignited in the dense forests of Northeast China. In 1937, Lin Shuqin, a female student in the dangerous city of Shanghai, gave up her bright future, woke up under the gunfire of Sihang Warehouse, and sneaked into the underground intelligence network. A blood-stained poetry collection was her only weapon and comfort. 1938 Tengxian Purgatory When the Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhao Tiezhu and his "straw shoe soldiers" defended the isolated city with their flesh and blood, he wrote his final diary dipped in blood. If China is not destroyed, my blood will not be cold! Pay it to your dying countryman. When Zhang Xiaoman detonated explosives on the railway line behind enemy lines, the flames illuminated the profile of Lin Shuqin delivering intelligence; when Zhao Tiezhu's diary was protected by his comrade "Little Sichuan" with his life, and was brought out of the hell on earth... The lives on three parallel lines, in different ways, jointly built the Great Wall of flesh and blood for the survival of the nation. In 2025, the 80th anniversary of victory, the descendants of the three ancestors gathered at Shenyang September 18th Memorial Monument Square. A 100-year-old veteran tremblingly held out a wooden box that had been treasured for a lifetime. The lid of the box is opened, and on the yellowed and fragile page, the words in blood that will never fade, amidst the wings of the dove of peace and the laughter of children, burst out a thundering question that travels through time and space: Do you remember whose flesh and blood the peace today was made of? This is a pursuit that spans centuries, a profound inquiry about sacrifice, memory and peace.