When he opened his eyes, he became an abandoned soldier of the frontier army in the corpse pile outside Huxiao Pass - the soul of the counter-terrorist in his previous life, stuffed into a scarred skin.
The Beidi cavalry were being beheaded, and all three thousand border troops were wiped out. He only had thirty-one remnant soldiers, half a broken bow and a five-john wooden waist badge.
The road ahead is a hundred-mile snowfield, and behind is the enemy's cavalry hunting net. The army's food is only enough for two meals, and everyone is injured.
He used clay pots of gunpowder to destroy the ambush, used the Orion secret passage to get out of the blockade, raided the grain nest at night to seize ordnance, and trampled the wolf-head bronze medal of Beidi Shanyu's personal guard into the snow.
The thirty-one remnant soldiers fought their way through Huxiao Pass, and every step was a decisive comeback.
But he just discovered that there was a fully equipped forward battalion standing behind the commander of Beidi, and the hidden black flags were actually waving to the defeated frontier troops - the enemy was not just in front of the formation, and the old master may not be his friend.
Why should a little soldier survive in this chaotic world?
With gunpowder, calculation, and courage colder than a blade.
The wolf-headed king's flag is waiting to be stepped on by the slaughtered lamb.
