When the Mountains and Rivers Are Broken by Mistake

I treated my lover with all my heart and soul, giving everything I had, but inadvertently discovered the truth: my boyfriend Song Ren and his brothers ridiculed me in private, taking my sincerity and dedication for granted, and treating me like a cash machine for taking money at will. Full of grievance and despair, I fled in a hurry, but I couldn't avoid the speeding truck. The violent impact took away my consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, the surroundings were completely unfamiliar. Beneath me is a rough wooden bed, a dilapidated house, and yellowing coarse cloth furnishings, all of which indicate that this is not the modern world I am familiar with. After several twists and turns, I was shocked to realize that I had traveled to the era of the Anti-Japanese War when the mountains and rivers were broken and the war was raging. There is no golden finger, no omnipotent system, no extraordinary skills and strategies. I am just an ordinary girl who grew up in a peaceful era and has no power to bind a chicken. The turbulent times with heavy artillery fire, the plight of starving people everywhere, the eager invaders, and the shocking dangers of survival at every step, completely engulfed me. In this ravaged land, there is no safe haven, no support, and the softness and fragility of the past are useless. I don't know the details of history, I don't have survival skills, and I am alone in this troubled world. How should I survive in the smoke of gunfire, and how should I find a glimmer of hope when my home country is in danger?