I traveled through time and became a corpse that had just died.
When I opened my eyes, I saw an ancient version of the Syrian battlefield. Lying next to me was a half-dead, beautiful and powerful prince, who was also my nominal master, the legendary undefeated God of War.
Not far away, the sound of enemy horse hooves was approaching.
The so-called "elites" under my command were all ashen-faced, and they were already debating whether it would be faster to kneel down and surrender or wipe their necks.
Mars? I think he is a god who cannot stand up.
I touched the wound on my neck that was still bleeding, and then looked at the prince who was breathing weakly. There was only one thought in my mind:
As a special forces commander, the most outrageous mission I have ever performed was to lead a group of ancients who were ready to surrender at any time and a dying VIP to break out of a tight encirclement with no modern equipment, no backup, and no chance of winning.
OK.
I smiled coldly at the group of soldiers who were about to kneel down: "If you want to live, listen to me. Now, everyone, take off your belts."
They all thought I was crazy.
