I Was Fighting the Japanese in Western Yunnan

Traveling through 1944, Western Yunnan, Songshan. There is no system, no store, no heaven-defying artifact. Only one golden finger - I won't die from my wounds. Every wound that heals leaves a scar. Every scar tells me one thing: Pain is experience, experience is cunning, cunning is victory. This mountain is called Songshan. They said you have to use your life to fill it. Then fill it out.