Eighty years ago, in Shanghai, it was almost the period during the Battle of Shanghai, the Chinese army had a deadly clash with the Japanese army for three months, the Chinese army had a casualty and injury toll of three hundred thousand people, Shanghai wasn't huge, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the war had dyed every inch of soil in blood, for every inch of mountain and river, there was an inch of blood, the Chinese army were very heroic and very tenacious.
The man took off his down jacket, allowing the cold wind to blow his body, he slowly lifted his head and closed his eyes, he had suddenly returned to the place he was stationed with his troops eighty years ago.
The faces of his comrades, each of their appearances, the clear sound of the accents, it was as if it was right by his ear, it was as if it was right in front of his eyes, it was as if it just happened yesterday.
That was why,
At times, it was a blissful thing for a person to live longer.
