Xin Zhao traveled through time and became a cannon fodder soldier in the Lantian Camp. For half a month, the blisters on his feet turned into calluses, and he stuffed millet cakes dipped in mud into his stomach to survive. The system popped up Guan Yu's inheritance initiation. He clutched the new wooden tree tightly and stood up. Wang Er picked at his feet and looked at him: "What are you doing?" Zhao Xin didn't even look back: "Cut someone to try the knife." The horn suddenly sounded outside the tent.
