What I'm Fighting for Is Doomsday

In 1937, Li Yunlong, the leader of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, was fighting for his life with the Japs in northwestern Shanxi. A shell fell - well, he closed and opened his eyes and traveled through time. Good news: His name is Li Yunlong, and he can also throw fireballs. Bad news: The world is screwed. Zombies roam the ground, demons dominate the mountains and become kings, hell demons use big cities as canteens, and humans huddle in villages surrounded by wooden fences to survive. Everything that flies in the sky, everything that runs on the ground, and everything that swims in the water, all want your life. Li Yunlong set out from a small village called Lijiawan in eastern Hubei, with fireball skills in his left hand, plasma cannon in his right hand, and a helmet made of monkey skulls on his head, and embarked on a journey to the end of the world. Along the way, you can meet any kind of demon moth - a walking corpse that still chases you and bites you without a head, a group of monkeys that sit around the campfire to warm themselves, a mutated mad cow that stands up on two legs and runs wildly, a crazy old man with half of his body replaced by a machine, green seeds that grow from zombies (this thing can save lives, better than penicillin), bandits who ride down from the sky riding giant mutated wolves, and a giant zombie old landowner who attacks the village with a group of bad guys... This world is like a suture monster with chaos in time and space, where mortals repeat the same fate and cannot even escape through rebirth. And those big cities have long been occupied by ancient monsters, and humans are just food for them to raise in captivity. Until Li Yunlong, a variable forced in from 1937, appeared. "Damn it, what I fought against in northwestern Shanxi was the devils, and what I fought here are the monsters and monsters - okay, I'll just change the soup without changing the medicine, I'll keep fighting as usual!"