The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Soon, they arrived at the Bund. The three got out of the car, and the scene before them unfolded like a scroll painting.

Along the Huangpu River, crowds thronged, with tourists weaving through the throngs, the gentle river breeze caressing their faces, bringing a touch of coolness and moisture.

On the opposite bank, skyscrapers stand side by side, their glass curtain walls shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight, like countless diamonds embedded within.

Along the riverside railings, tourists raised their cameras or mobile phones to take photos against the backdrop of the river view and the bustling cityscape on the opposite bank. Laughter and cheerful voices filled the air, creating a lively symphony.

Ling Wei's cheeks flushed with excitement. Like a joyful little deer, she ran to the railing, opened her arms, and shouted, "Wow, this place is so beautiful!"

Her eyes sparkled, filled with rapture at the beautiful scenery before her.

Lin Weixi was also deeply attracted by the scenery. She tilted her head slightly, her face showing amazement. She secretly praised, "As expected of the Bund, it lives up to its reputation. This magnificent scene is even more shocking than I imagined."

Luo Li followed behind, watching their happy expressions, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

After strolling along the Bund for a while, the three of them started to feel their stomachs growling, as if urging them to find some delicious food. They found a restaurant nearby, and as soon as they stepped inside, a rich aroma of food wafted towards them. The restaurant's interior was exquisitely and elegantly decorated, with neatly arranged wooden tables and chairs, and decorative paintings with Shanghai characteristics hanging on the walls, creating a warm and refined atmosphere.

The waiter greeted them warmly with a friendly smile and guided them to a seat by the window.

Ling Wei looked at the menu, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a treasure, and excitedly said, "The dishes here all look so delicious, we should order more!"

So the three of them chatted and ordered a table full of dishes, including Shanghai-style xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), braised pork belly with a bright red color, sweet and sour pork ribs, and so on.

During the meal, Ling Wei regained her usual liveliness. While enjoying her food, she excitedly shared her recent life's amusing anecdotes with Luo Li and Lin Weixi.

After finishing their meal and resting for a while, they went to the Oriental Pearl Tower.

Standing at the foot of the Oriental Pearl Tower, Ling Wei couldn't help but look up, her eyes wide, and exclaimed, "This is so tall!" Her neck was sore, but she still couldn't see the top of the tower.

Looking at her, Luo Li smiled and said, "The scenery will be even more beautiful if you go up there."

Inside the tower, as they rode the elevator slowly upwards, Ling Wei and Lin Weixi pressed themselves tightly against the elevator glass, their eyes glued to the ever-changing scenery outside.

As they ascended, the people and buildings on the ground became smaller and smaller, and a feeling of excitement mixed with slight nervousness spread through their hearts.

When you reach the observation deck, the entire city of Shanghai is laid out before you.

The distant skyscrapers appeared as small as ants, the streets crisscrossed like ribbons, and the cars on the road crawled slowly like tiny beetles.

Ling Wei excitedly ran around on the observation deck, as if searching for treasure, looking for different angles to take pictures, constantly shouting, "Come on, this is definitely a great place to take pictures!"

Lin Weixi followed her, and the two helped each other take photos, adjusting poses and finding the right lighting. They were busy and had a great time, capturing many beautiful moments.

After coming down from the Oriental Pearl Tower, it was already quite late, but their itinerary was not yet over.

Their final stop was the Sihang Warehouse Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall.

The Sihang Warehouse stands quietly there. This six-story reinforced concrete building, constructed in 1931, carries a heavy historical memory.

Luo Li stood in front of the memorial hall, her expression turning serious, her eyes revealing a hint of reverence and solemnity.

She slowly said, "The end of the Battle of Sihang Warehouse marked the end of the Battle of Shanghai. This battle boosted the morale of our Chinese army and people and shattered the arrogant claim of the invading Japanese army that they would destroy China in three months."

This is Shanghai's only patriotic education base dedicated to war relics, bearing witness to that history of blood and fire.

As Ling Wei and Lin Weixi listened, the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared, and they walked into the memorial hall with solemn expressions.

The museum displays many precious historical artifacts and documents; each photograph and weapon seems to tell the story of that fierce battle.

As Luo Li looked at the exhibits, images from the movie "The Eight Hundred" came to mind, showing soldiers defending the Sihang Warehouse with their own flesh and blood, fighting the enemy fiercely and never retreating.

Her eyes revealed a hint of admiration and sorrow as she silently thought: How brave and fearless our ancestors were! In such difficult circumstances, they still held fast to their beliefs and were willing to sacrifice everything for the country and the nation.

Ling Wei and Lin Weixi were also captivated by the atmosphere of the museum. They walked quietly, their eyes focused on each exhibit, afraid of missing any detail.

Ling Wei was deeply moved. She thought to herself: This history is not far from us. It is the sacrifices of our ancestors that have brought us peace and happiness today.

Lin Weixi's expression was solemn. She secretly vowed in her heart: she must remember this history and cherish the life she has now.

After visiting the memorial hall, the three stood outside, their emotions still running high.

As the sun sets, its afterglow spills onto the walls of the Sihang Warehouse, bathing the ancient building in a golden glow, as if it were a testament to the weight of history.

Luo Li recalled the famous movie "The Battle of Chosin Reservoir" from her previous life. She took a deep breath and slowly said, "Actually, in that era, there was an even more tragic battle, which was the Battle of Chosin Reservoir."

When they went to war, they said, "We've fought all the battles we needed to fight, so our descendants won't have to fight anymore..."

Ling Wei and Lin Weixi stared intently at Luo Li, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Luo Li's gaze became distant, as if she had traveled through time and space to see the battlefield of yesteryear.

She slowly said, "The Battle of Chosin Reservoir took place in extremely cold conditions. The Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers, wearing only thin cotton-padded clothes, fought against the well-equipped Nationalist Army in the freezing cold."

At that time, the Nationalist army had advanced weapons such as airplanes, tanks, and artillery, while many of our soldiers couldn't even get enough to eat.

However, with their indomitable will and unwavering faith, they fought a desperate battle against the Nationalist army in the Chosin Reservoir area.

Luo Li's voice trembled slightly as she continued, "During the Battle of Chosin Reservoir, they marched through the snow. In the bitter cold and blizzards, the volunteer soldiers struggled to move forward, and some even suffered frostbite or died on the way."

One company, in order to complete their mission, lay in ambush in the snow, motionless.

The temperature was extremely low at the time, and many soldiers suffered frostbite and died, but they still stuck to their posts.

When the battle began, the remaining soldiers charged at the enemy without hesitation, defending the dignity of their motherland with their lives.

In the extreme cold, a volunteer soldier bravely froze to death on the battlefield after completing his blocking mission.

"Even if I freeze to death, I will stand proudly on my position."

These were their words. They spread out in battle formation, lay prone in the snow, each with weapon in hand, glaring ahead. Not one turned back; they held on to the very last moment, becoming the most tragic 'Ice Sculpture Company' in the history of the People's Army.

Ling Wei and Lin Weixi listened to Luo Li's story with tears welling up in their eyes.

Ling Wei's eyes welled up with tears, but she held them back, her heart filled with admiration and emotion for the volunteer soldiers.

These soldiers are so great. They persevered in their mission under such difficult conditions. Their spirit is something we should all learn from.

Lin Weixi silently shed tears, deeply moved and filled with reverence for her predecessors.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the three women, who stood there quietly, immersed in reminiscing about history.

They knew that this journey was not just a trip, but also a spiritual baptism, which made them more deeply aware of the hard-won peace and strengthened their patriotism.

Unaware that an old man had been quietly following them ever since Luo Li began recounting the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, they were completely oblivious.

The old man listened intently, sometimes nodding slightly, sometimes frowning, completely absorbed in Luo Li's story.

They would never have guessed that this unassuming old man was actually a famous director specially invited by the Chinese military to plan a propaganda film to encourage people to join the army.

Luo Li also never expected that the battle she mentioned would cause "The Battle of Chosin Reservoir" to shine brightly on the big screen in this world.

Of course, all of this is a story for later. At this moment, they are still immersed in the current situation and their thoughts, completely unaware of the series of chain reactions that are about to be triggered.