Transmigrating as a Ming-Era Soldier: From the Start, a Bowl of Last-Meals Rice

I transmigrated into the late Ming dynasty as a cannon-fodder foot soldier. Other people get divine System techniques from the start,

but I can barely get a full meal and am bullied every day by veteran rogues.

I planned to keep my head down and stay alive, but the Jianzhou cavalry smashed through the city gates.

Amid the bloodshed, I casually picked up a spear. With a flick of my wrist, it flashed in a stunning arc.

Who did that one thrust make me catch the eye of?