[No system + fictional history + little people's counterattack + ancient war + easy and passionate]
When other people travel through time, they either have systems, or they know how to make salt, steel, or firearms.
I know nothing but delivering food.
On the last night of rainy night, I bumped into a girl.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a sentry who had just been shot and killed by an arrow outside Baisha Pass in the northwest of Daxia.
What's even more bizarre is that the border doctor who stitched up my arrow wound actually had the same face as the girl in the car accident.
Three hundred pioneers at the border were betrayed, and a thousand elites were about to be ordered to die.
A life-saving blood letter must be delivered before Yinmo.
But the fastest official route was blocked by one of our own people.
In order to save this group of people, I can only go back to my old business and deliver military orders as takeaways.
No one knows better than me how to read a map, tell the time, take shortcuts, and change routes when there are road closures.
From that day on, I embarked on the road of "Single King of War": sending military orders, food and grass, reinforcements, and a city of people to escape.
And I was sent from being a beacon soldier at the border to becoming a general guarding the border all the way to becoming a marquis from thousands of miles away.
In these troubled times, with Chao Gang in chaos and three sons seizing the throne, who should give this country to?
If there is no qualified recipient in the world, I will personally take this last order.
