Bright Sword: You Were Told to Defend the Base, Yet You Wiped Out the Japanese

You can light your own lamp, but others can't.

Nonsense, utterly shameless, and uncultured. Eighth Route Army. Do you even have 21st-century 98k rifles? Can they even reach 1500 meters? They can't even hit a target at 300 meters; it's not that they're inaccurate, it's that they can't hit anything.

The portrayal of Zhao Gang is somewhat unreasonable and overly bookish. A political commissar should be a political commissar; the insistence on calling him something like "commission chief" makes people uncomfortable.

I'm going to report this author.

Turning in all the spoils is unrealistic from a human perspective; half and half would be more appropriate.

The protagonist is a natural-born military talent, but after years of fighting, he's still only a company commander—unbelievable! This book is average.

The political commissar and the regimental commander are of equal rank.

Can't you write anti-Japanese war stories without "Bright Sword"?

What the hell is this "Committee Leader"? Isn't Zhao Gang the Political Commissar?

Aside from the first and second pages, the others are written in a rather stilted and uninspired style.