Iron-Blooded Reenactment: from CS Rookie to Anti-War All-Rounder

I am Chen Mo, an ordinary gamer who is frustrated by reality and addicted to "CS" and "War Thunder". I closed my eyes and opened them again, and I became a second lieutenant platoon leader at Sihang Warehouse in 1937. Surrounded by the remaining soldiers who were besieged by the Japanese army, behind them were the concessions on the other side of the Suzhou River watching the battle. I thought this was a high-fidelity war game - until the bullet grazed my ear, my comrades fell in front of me, the blood was hot, and the dead would not be resurrected. The self-proclaimed "War Dimension System" in my mind has given me a special pair of eyes: I can see blind spots, predict the impact of artillery shells, and determine the weaknesses of armor - all from my thousands of hours of gaming experience. But every time I use it, I get nosebleeds, headaches, and temporary memory loss... The price is getting higher and higher. Someone asked: "You are just a game player, why should you order us?" The first time I killed someone, I vomited for half an hour. The first time I made a command mistake, I killed my comrade. I want to go back alive. But when I recorded the names of the dead in the ruins of Nanjing, carried my comrades on my back to break out of the encirclement in the Savage Mountain rainforest, and used smoke bombs to point out the escape direction on the beaches of Normandy, I discovered one thing - the system recorded the military achievements, but what I remembered was every human life. Until the system pops up the final choice: [A. Rewrite history and everyone disappears]/[B. Keep history and let names be remembered] I chose B. Every game I have played can be restarted, but there is only one game in their life. The real God of War is not to kill the most people, but to let the most people go home alive. ——Dedicated to those names that were swallowed up by the war but never remembered by history.