During the Military Parade, I Returned to 1945 and Worked as a Wholesaler

During the National Day military parade, I suddenly returned to 1945. In the muddy and rugged mountain forest, a group of embarrassed guerrillas came. Their clothes were in tatters and covered in blood, and they tried their best to escape deeper, hoping to exchange their lives for precious time for the large army to move. Everyone looked wary when they saw me. "Who are you!" I stood at attention and saluted.