Transmigrating into Bright Sword: Jia Xu’s System Is a Silent Strategist

April 1940. The wind in northwestern Shanxi still carried a bitter chill.

Jia Xu opened his eyes to scorched earth and shell craters.

“System binding successful.” A cold mechanical voice rang out in his mind. “The Way of the Poisonous Strategist: achieve the greatest destruction at the lowest cost.”

Before he could collect himself, two warhorses charged toward him.

The brigade commander narrowed his eyes at the strangely dressed young man. “Kid, which unit are you with?”

Li Yunlong’s booming voice made the hillside tremble. “Could he be a Japanese spy?”