Taierzhuang 1938

He could hear the girl's footsteps in the wind, and he could also hear the direction from which the Japanese bayonet was coming. In the autumn of 1937, Chen Shuisheng was still a watchman by the Taierzhuang canal, guarding his ancestral skill of "listening to the wind" and a secret map of the ancient city, living a poor but stable life. He thought that his whole life would be like this, growing old listening to the sound of bangles and water flowing. Until the iron hoofs of the Japanese invaders crushed North China, and the sound of artillery was carried along the wind into the ancient town. Relatives died tragically, the canal was stained with blood, and the peaceful life collapsed overnight. He threw away the hammer, picked up the gun, and changed from a "listener" on the canal to a "hunter" in the war. In 1938, Taierzhuang turned into a melting pot of flesh and blood. When the regular army was fighting the enemy to the death among the ruins, no one knew that a soldier with a watchman background was using his absolute familiarity with every culvert, water vein, and street in the city to hide behind the Japanese. He can "discern positions by listening to the wind" and lock the enemy's machine gun positions amidst the roar of artillery fire. He is familiar with "the way to survive underwater" and leads the remaining soldiers to complete desperate counterattacks one after another. He held the "secret map of the ancient city" and dug graves for the invaders on the territory they thought they occupied. "I am not a soldier," Chen Shuisheng polished his bayonet, his voice as cold as the canal, "I am the gravekeeper of this river. Now, it's time to settle the account." This is a collision between a small person and a vast history. This is an immortal legend written by a watchman with blood and fire on the deepest wound of the nation.