Sign In: from the Weakest Scout to the Imperial God of War

The moment the morning light pierced the blood scab, Li Qingyang tightened his grip on the drip tube. The scout's tattered clothes concealed the hidden pattern of the jade seal of the previous dynasty. When the cowardly deserters broke into the enemy general's massacre of the village, the silent sign-in system suddenly roared - every time the red sun rose, the lost armor magic skills could be extracted: at Mao Shi, he learned Zhuge's crossbows to pierce Yang Yang with a hundred steps, at Chen Shi, he suddenly understood the iron pagoda tactics to destroy the dead, and at Si Shi, he laid out eight formations to trap and kill three thousand tiger and leopard cavalry. Fleeing from the snowy plains of northern Xinjiang to commanding the heavy black armored cavalry, this young man, who was scolded as a battlefield rat, is using the secret skills of military strategists flowing from the lottery tube to sign a war altar made of iron armor in troubled times. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.