“I only divide things into big and small. Rank means nothing to me.”
Zhao Lei transmigrates to the final years of the Sui dynasty and joins the Tang army. If someone needs killing, he kills them. If someone needs saving, he saves them. If someone needs telling off, he tells them off. He doesn’t care who you are or what you think.
Li Yuan: “Zhao Lei, I feel sorry for your unfortunate background. I’d like to take you in as my adopted son. What do you say?”
Zhao Lei: “I’ve got all my limbs and a fine set of skills. Becoming someone’s godson when I’m doing perfectly well on my own would hardly be something to brag about. Don’t I have any pride?”
Li Shimin: “You want people and money? That’s no problem for me, as long as you join my side.”
Zhao Lei: “Hmph. Join your side? I’d be better off becoming your father’s godson. He can offer me more, after all.”
The generals: “General Zhao, fine, you won’t let us kill, burn, or abduct women. But you won’t even let us take money! What are we supposed to get out of being soldiers?”
Zhao Lei: “I call the shots on my turf. You’re welcome to stay, but if you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”
High schooler Zhao Lei uses that great army as his model and builds a force of his own, making waves and carving out a name for himself in this era.
Not too groveling. I like the character of the protagonist very much. I recognize you as the Emperor and His Majesty. If I don't recognize you, you are nothing.
It's okay, it's pretty.
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It's so good, I can't put it down watching it
Have fun!
I really think it was well written, and I hope I can continue to work hard.
Looks good, more durable than most books
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking