When Shen Changqing opened his eyes, someone had a piece of moldy corn stuffed in his mouth.
"Recruit, eat! If you don't eat, you won't have the strength to defend the city!"
A strong man with a sinewy face patted his shoulder so hard that he almost spit out his dough. Surrounded by mottled city wall masonry, the air was filled with the smell of blood and feces. There was a dull sound of horns in the distance, mixed with faint shouts of killing.
Shen Changqing looked down at himself - he was wearing a shabby military uniform of coarse cloth, with the word "Chen" embroidered on his chest with crooked stitches. There is a scabbed scar on the back of the hand, and there is black mud between the fingernails. A large number of memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind, as if someone had force-fed an entire encyclopedia into his mind, making his temples twitch.
He traveled through time.
