1978: Enlisting Starts with Becoming a Communications Clerk

The book itself is alright. It's just that I need to brush up on my historical knowledge. The 1978 Laoshan mineral water is barely acceptable, considering that even a division commander could afford it. But the later parts about being kept by a rich woman and entering the entertainment industry—are you seriously writing a historical fiction story? And the cousin who keeps talking about fighting underground boxing abroad—in such a closed era, that would have been a death sentence.

It's impressive that a communications officer who wasn't a division commander could be promoted to deputy battalion commander level. And a new recruit going straight to major rank—even if your father were a marshal, you wouldn't dare promote someone so blatantly.

Without experiencing life in that era firsthand, writing about it will lack a sense of time and appear very rough.

Upon seeing Hung Kuen, I abandoned the book. Don't bother with the hype; just look at any place where combat sports are used, whether it's the military, police, special agents, or ring matches. Ask where traditional martial arts can truly shine. As for the streets, I'd rather lie down and earn a Tesla than risk it. Why bother practicing traditional martial arts? After all that effort, you just wait for the police station to issue a ruling of assault?

It's neither a period drama nor a military drama. Try writing a period military drama in the style of urban family dramas—it's beautiful in a way, but awkward in a way. The detailed descriptions that should be there aren't, and the brief descriptions that should be glossed over are a bit verbose. The writing is too plain. A whole host of problems.

What a ridiculous little thing about hitting a thug has dragged on for so long, and now they're even trying to claim a first-class merit? What kind of idiotic plot is this?

I just started writing it and finished reading it in no time. I won't spoil anything since there's not much content yet. There are too many minor flaws, such as frequent misplacement of subjects and objects, and misalignment of main descriptions in dialogues. It feels like I'm filling an AI with a framework. I feel a bit bad for having so many monthly votes.

The author seems unfamiliar with daily military life and that era; perhaps it's best to just write about war directly. He seems unaware of many basic facts.

The assessment was that he was so drunk and stayed up all night writing paperwork that he was completely out of it, and then his fantasies started.

I've read 120 chapters, here are a few problems. 1. There are too many grammatical errors and typos; some sentences even require me to rearrange the sentences to read them correctly. 2: It feels like the protagonist was uneducated in his previous life. The National University of Defense Technology setting has served no purpose so far and is very jarring.