The Special Forces Return to Wuhu and Play Explosives

When Xiao Hua stepped into the bloody mud with one foot, the hustle and bustle of the modern city was still echoing in her ears, but her other foot was already deep in the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses in the late Western Jin Dynasty. The gears of fate could no longer turn back. He is not a god, nor is he a man of destiny, he is just a retired special forces soldier who has tempered his iron bones in the smoke of gunfire. But when he discovered that he could travel between two time and spaces, and when the iron will of modern times collided with the wars of troubled times in ancient times, shocking sparks emerged, a storm that would subvert history was quietly brewing. He once narrowly escaped death in a hail of bullets, but now he has to fight his way through the hell of Wu Huan Hua. Facing the Huns' cavalry and the Xianbei wolf army, he did not choose to kneel down and beg for mercy. Instead, he used modern military thinking to build an indestructible fortress in troubled times. A bullet can rewrite a battle, and a set of tactics can reverse the fate of a dynasty. But he knew that behind every victory was a price piled with countless blood and sacrifices. From chasing deer in the Central Plains to conquering overseas, from fighting alone to sweeping the world, wherever his battle flag pointed, the barbarians were frightened and all the nations came to pay homage. However, as the empire's territory expanded to the end of the world, the weight of power also began to bend its back. Can the brothers who fought side by side in the past still be trusted? Is there deeper suffering hidden in the cheers of the people? When a person stands at the pinnacle of the world and holds the power enough to change the direction of civilization, should he choose to continue conquering, or stop and listen to the heartbeat of the earth? This is an epic poem belonging to Xiao Hua, and it is also an ultimate torture about war, faith and human nature.