During a mission, the King of Soldiers Xu Qiye unexpectedly transmigrated to a parallel world with a backward civilization.
He discovered that there were no rules or order here. Everything was settled by force.
This world had only cold weapons, no firearms.
Xu Qiye always thought of himself as a soldier.
But people kept seeing all sorts of strange things falling off him.
To explain, Xu Qiye said, “Don’t be afraid, everyone. I’m just a soldier. It’s perfectly reasonable for me to carry a Desert Eagle, right?”
“When you’re out in the world, you have to be reasonable...”
“Sorry, this one’s a bit heavy.” Xu Qiye put down the Gatling gun he had been carrying.
“If there’s a problem, just tell me. I’m the kind of person who loves reasoning things out.” Xu Qiye glanced at the Gatling gun in his hands.
“Well, if you’re not saying anything, then there’s no problem. I’ll be on my way.”
