Iron-Blooded Journey Home

When I opened my eyes, the smoke from the battlefield had not dissipated, but the armor patterns around me were shockingly unfamiliar. Last night I was wiping medals in the dormitory of the modern special forces. At this moment, I was holding a bronze sword in my palm. The solidified blood on the armor smelled of rust. When the messengers came and knelt down to report, I was convinced that I had traveled through this troubled time where the princes were divided. As General Zhenbei who suddenly took over the thirty thousand cavalry at the border, I must use modern tactical thinking to reorganize this army on the verge of mutiny. When the smoke rose outside Yanmen Pass, I personally ignited the buried gunpowder - a gift secretly mixed with the saltpeter and sulfur of this era. The moment the explosion resounded through the valley, I saw the enemy's tanks burst into flames, and the eyes of the soldiers behind me changed from fear to fiery worship. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.