Transmigrating to the Great Liang: Becoming Invincible from Squad Leader

He was the world's greatest modern assassin, code-named A Qi. After twenty-four years of killing without mercy, he finally met his end at the top of a high-rise.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become Shen Du, the lowest-ranking foot soldier on the Great Liang frontier.

The supply route was attacked, the squad leader was killed, and the unit was disbanded. Only two men remained in Shen Du's squad. To everyone else, it was a number destined to be forgotten in a corner of the roster. Shen Du didn't care. Carrying a curved blade taken from a Northern Di noble, he walked into the commander of a hundred men's tent.

“Give me a quota for twelve men. In three months, I guarantee this squad can take down an equal number of Northern Di cavalry in a head-on fight.”

No men, no money, no armor, no weapons? Then he'd find what he needed himself. He traded the blood of Northern Di scouts for horsemeat, ground horse bones into daggers, and twisted sinews into garrotes. He recruited a taciturn veteran, a lightning-fast scout, and even a deserter who'd been kicked out of the barracks. He broke down the killing techniques from his previous life into the most basic drills: silent communication, reverse-grip daggers, and three strikes to sever the femoral artery.

While the generals on the frontier were still throwing away lives to pad their records, Shen Du was already leading his shadowy “Third Squad” over the camp walls on a dark and windy night.

Tonight, he would cross the border.

He would train his men with Northern Di blood.

An assassin reborn, now a soldier on the frontier. One man trains an army, and a thousand enemies flee. A blade isn't fast enough if you've never seen real death.