Transmigrating Into a Chaotic Age: From Live-In Son-in-Law to God of the Frontier Army

I transmigrate into the body of a wealthy merchant's son-in-law. On my wedding night, before I can even lift my bride's veil, soldiers burst through the door.

“By imperial order, all men are to be conscripted. Anyone who refuses will have their entire family executed!”

They drag me straight out of the bridal chamber and throw me into a northern frontier recruit camp.

This place is a living hell.

Can't keep running? They'll whip you until you can.

The new recruits practice marksmanship? One round of practice for me is worth a hundred for everyone else.

The squad leader calls me useless? I fire three arrows in reply, blowing the enemy commander’s head apart from a hundred paces away.

It takes me just three months to go from camp cook to the frontier army's grim reaper.

The whole army laughs at me for being a no-account in a ragtag unit?

With one hand, I use the Five Extremes Formation to carve through the enemy camp. With the other, I use a miraculous prescription to empty our allies' armory.

The commandant begs me to be his strategist, and the cavalry battalion wants me to lead them to fortune.

Then Yan Lie, the God of War of Beishuo, taunts us from the front lines:

“I'll flatten Great Jing and abduct its Two Beauties!”

I draw my bow to its full length, the arrow aimed straight at his brow.

“I hear you've got your eye on my wife?”