Bright Sword: Li Yunlong Struggled in the War of 1927

Introduction to "The World of Bright Sword: Li Yunlong's Struggle in the War of 1927"‌ My name is Li Yunlong. You won't believe it even if I tell you—I died once. I won't mention what happened in 1968. Anyway, when I opened my eyes, I turned into a poor boy who worked barefoot in Lijiawan, northeastern Hubei in the 16th year of the Republic of China. He was twenty-eight years old and his pocket was cleaner than his face. Anyone else would have cried. I don't. What battles have I not seen in my last life? I'll start over again, and this time I want to take a straighter path - pull the team in advance, fight the Japanese in advance, and let those idiots know about Prince Ma's three eyes in advance. I was worried that I had no help, and a fat man fell from the sky. This kid said that he was a gamer who could see the future, could plant grass to produce bullets, and could move the arsenal in front of me from hundreds of miles away. I said you were talking nonsense. He raised his hand, and twenty boxes of Jin-made grenades appeared out of thin air in front of me. Yes, I believe it. From the first battle in Jiayuan in northeastern Hubei, to the gunshot at the head of Nanchang City; from the beacon fire of the Jute Uprising, to the 25,000-mile windy and snowy road; from the dilapidated cave dwellings on the loess slopes in northwest Shanxi, to the firing of thousands of cannons under the city of Ping'an County - I, Li Yunlong, have come back to life this time to tell you what a real bright sword is.