Qi Guanyu was stunned. How could he, a social worker who writes code, become a general? He lowered his head and looked at his hands. These hands were rough and strong, the palms were covered with calluses, and the knuckles were wide. They were completely different from his hands that held the mouse and keyboard all year round. He subconsciously touched his face, which felt hard and the stubble pricked his hands. This... This is not his own body at all!
His heart tightened and he stood up suddenly, but was shaken by the strange feeling in his body. There was no mirror in the tent, so he could only walk to the entrance of the tent and lift the heavy curtain.
Outside, the sky was full of wind and sand, and loess was flying. Several soldiers wearing armor were inspecting the horses not far away. Their faces all had traces of weather and frost, and their eyes were alert and determined. In the distance, endless military camps stretch to the horizon, with flags ringing and whirring in the wind.
