The Remaining Soldiers Fought a Hundred Battles

The Zhaoyi Army merged with the third command of the Sixth Capital in the left wing of the state, and only five of the centurions died. Chief Li Zhao carried the captain's only son on his back and walked into Widow Cui's Jingkou Village with a broken axe, thirty kilograms of horse meat and a Kaiyuan Tongbao. He is not a child of destiny, he does not have a fairy system, he only has a "too good memory" problem - the memory fragments of the previous ninety-nine tragic deaths are buzzing in his mind, reminding him which bones cannot be connected, which words cannot be said, and which directions cannot be walked. In troubled times, the least valuable thing is human life, and the most valuable thing is the experience of "living". While the other protagonists are busy opening up new territories, Li Zhao is calculating: How many bushels of millet is a long life worth? How many teams can the team leader's seal be exchanged for? Do Yang Chaozong's private soldiers want loyal ministers or smart people? From remnant soldiers to warlords, from refugees to emperors, others relied on soldiers and horses, but he relied on memory. This memory told him: On the road to unifying the world, the biggest enemy is not his opponent, but the root of the disaster he planted when he succeeded last time. He wants to live for the hundredth time. Then in this damn troubled world, sell yourself for the highest price.