Qianlong’s Firearms Battalion: From the Start, I’m in Fengchuan Guard

“Give me one night! If not a single enemy remains, then cut off my head and offer it as a sacrifice!”

The rain, the blades, and the beating of hearts all fell silent at once.

The centurion looked up. The sky at the horizon was black as iron, but Han Zheng’s eyes burned with something fiercer than a beacon fire:

The ultimate contempt for death and backwardness, brought from three hundred years in the future.