Invincible God of War: War of Resistance Against Japan
【Hot-Blooded Resistance】【Daily Updates of Ten Thousand Words】 Chen Qingzhi, the mightiest soldier in the history of the Republic, unexpectedly found himself transported to the Battle of Nanjing in 1937 while on a mission. At this moment, Nanjing teetered on the brink of disaster, the defensive lines about to collapse. Confronted with a formidable enemy, what choice would Chen Qingzhi make? Every inch of our land is paid for with blood. Facing the destruction of his country, the loss of his home, and the agony of separation, Chen Qingzhi made his choice through action. Proud sons of China, united in catastrophe—our blood shall flow until the very end, and we will not rest until victory or death! This work is dedicated to the heroic martyrs who sacrificed their lives in the struggle for national independence and freedom!
Invincible God of War: War of Resistance Against Japan
Boom... boom...
Thunderous explosions shook the earth, erupting right beside Chen Qingzhi, their deafening force leaving his mind reeling. He shook his head, struggling to regain clarity.
Opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by unfamiliar sights.
"Where am I?" Instantly alert, Chen Qingzhi reacted with the instinctive vigilance of China's greatest soldier—a state of readiness honed to perfection, ready to meet any danger.
But the scene before him stirred something deep within. Turning, he saw the ground littered with corpses and soldiers in battered uniforms. The landscape was scarred and ruined. The roar of artillery echoed in his ears, bullets whistling overhead, punching holes into the earth.
Though confusion gnawed at him, Chen Qingzhi stayed silent. As the king among special forces, composure in crisis was his second nature.
"Captain, you're awake! That's wonderful!" came a voice nearby, breaking through his thoughts. Chen Qingzhi looked over to see a stranger—yet there was something familiar about him. The man's face was lit with a smile, sweat streaming from his brow.
He appeared to be in his twenties, rough-faced and blackened by gunpowder. His old, tattered uniform told of hardship and battle.
The man spoke, but Chen Qingzhi remained silent, his mind seething with questions.
Where was he? What were they doing?
He glanced down at himself, lying in a trench, dressed in khaki like the others—his uniform perhaps newer than theirs.
What was happening? Hi
