Fighting Dragon in the Wild

2010 November 12 After three months of death training, our group of unexperienced mediocre soldiers were finally moved onto the battlefield of history. The fate of death has determined that we new recruits are just cannon fodder for those veterans. After a war, those who survive will always be those glorious heroes. It's always us stupid recruits who die. Sitting on the chariot going to the battlefield, the soldiers all inspected the weapons in their hands silently. The same happened to me. I am not a god, I am just a human being. In the vast universe, I am just a speck of dust, a tiny speck of dust. The chariot traveled through bumpy mountain roads, drove through abandoned towns, and passed through dense forests, and finally came to the battlefield of our death. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.