In the Battle of Changping, Bai Qi killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers in a trap.
When Zhang Ye climbed out from the bottom of the mountain of corpses, he was stunned. Three minutes ago he was scolding the bad novel in the dormitory. Three minutes later he was holding half a broken spear and kneeling in the mud from more than two thousand years ago. An expressionless Qin soldier pointed a sword at his nose and asked: "Which team are you from?"
Time travel. There is no system, no plug-ins, and no gift package for newbies. The only golden finger is the history textbook in his mind that has not yet been completely forgotten.
But he soon discovered that something was wrong with the world.
The concentration of spiritual energy on the battlefield follows the murderous intention. Cutting off a head will increase one's cultivation level, and the names of people in the military merit book will shine by themselves. Wang Jian practiced "The Way of the Heavy Sword" and drained the earth energy of the entire mountain range with one sword. Li Mu stood at the head of Handan City, resisting an army of 100,000 men by himself. In the direction of Xianyang, behind the clouds, there was a small piece of dark purple light shining - he looked through all his memories and found that this had never been written in the history books.
From Changping Sea of Corpses to the battlefield of the Six Kingdoms, from the Mortal Empire to the Throne of the Stars. When Zhang Ye finally crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of blood and knelt on one knee in front of the First Emperor, the Eternal Emperor looked down at him and asked something that was not written in the history books:
"You seem to be very good at not dying."
Zhang Ye raised his head, his pupils reflecting the changing color of the starry sky above the dome of Xianyang Palace.
"I just cherish my life."
The First Emperor smiled.
He threw the tiger charm back into Zhang Ye's hand.
"Then live for me. My journey extends beyond this world."
