The mercenary novel I wrote may not be very good in writing, but I definitely have a big picture of the world. It may burn my brain in the later stages. My idea is that a person from the bottom will rise to the top step by step. No system, no awesome marksmanship. It all relies on loyalty to win over the team, using the institutions of each country to balance the countries, and profiting from it for the Dragon Kingdom. The concept of this novel is more Machiavellian. You can check it out, add a bookshelf, and leave a comment so that I can modify the plot later to compare. I am a novice and just wrote it.
"Sanguo, Sanguo, don't hit me Sanguo, wuwuwu..." Su Yu woke up from his daze, only to see a seven or eight-year-old little girl lying on top of him, crying and shouting something. "What's going on? Where is this? Wait..." Su Yu remembered it for a moment. The little girl in his arms seemed to be his little sister, and he also remembered the person in front of him. His memory seemed to have revived. He remembered everything. But how could he go back to the past? "Are you dreaming? But... It's too real." He touched the back of his head and touched a hand of blood. When he looked up, he saw several young men staring at him eagerly. However, they did not continue to come over to beat him. It was not because they didn't want to, but because the villagers stopped them. "Sanguo, are you okay?" "Third brother is okay, don't be afraid." Regardless of whether it was a dream or not, Su Yu would not allow his sister to cry so sadly, not to mention that he was very familiar with the scene in front of him, but his memory was confused and he had forgotten it for a moment, but now he remembered it.
