Após um acidente, o soldado de elite Li Yunlong atravessa o tempo e chega à Batalha de Cangyunling em "Lianjian", despertando o Sistema de Escolhas de Nível Divino. Opção um: Romper o cerco pela direção de Yujialing e ganhar 100 rifles. Opção dois: Romper a linha de frente do Regimento Sakata e ganhar um lança-foguetes 107 e um rifle 98K. Opção três: Morrer junto com o Regimento Sakata em Cangyunling e ganhar uma chance de atravessar novamente. Sem hesitar, Li Yunlong escolhe a segunda opção, decide destruir o Regimento Sakata, desafiar o destino e mudá-lo. Com o fim da Batalha de Cangyunling e o desaparecimento de contato entre o Primeiro Novo Regimento e o restante das tropas, Li Yunlong decide se desenvolver por conta própria, recrutar soldados, fortalecer suas forças, atrair talentos valentes e construir a mais forte tropa de resistência ao Japão. O comandante: "Eu pensei que Li Yunlong tivesse morrido, não esperava que ele trouxesse de volta um exército de mais de dez mil homens." Da Guerra de Resistência até Changjin, vitorioso em todas as batalhas. Passo a passo, Li Yunlong sobe na hierarquia. Na hora de receber o grande posto, Li Yunlong olha para as divisas de general em seu ombro, acena com a cabeça e diz: "Nada mal, finalmente não sou mais um major sufocado!"
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[Brain Storage: This book features a fast-paced, decisive storyline, relentless slaughter of the enemy. Leave your brain behind and enjoy the thrill! Hahaha!]
[A completely different take on the war of resistance—if you don’t find it exciting after three chapters, you can blame me!]
1940, Cangyun Ridge.
Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the First Battalion of the New First Regiment, stood before a young man who was resting with his eyes closed and reported, “Commander, the fifth assault of the Sakata Regiment has been repelled by our forces.”
“Our casualties remain within manageable limits for now.”
Hearing Zhang Dabiao’s report, the young man—about twenty years old—slowly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion flickering deep within them.
At this moment, his memory lingered in another world.
His name was Li Yunlong, and he had been the captain of a special forces unit.
Li Yunlong remembered clearly: he had been fighting a group of drug traffickers, and the last scene in his memory was a sniper’s bullet piercing his chest.
“Where am I? I’m actually not dead?” Li Yunlong frowned slightly, scanning his surroundings and the rugged-faced young man before him.
He found Zhang Dabiao strangely familiar and noticed he was wearing the uniform described in history books as belonging to the Eighth Route Army.
The environment astonished Li Yunlong even more: crisscrossing trenches, soldiers of the Eighth Route Army resting within them, outdated weaponry described in modern history, corpses strewn across the batt