Frontier God of Slaughter: From Stable Boy to Iron-Blooded War God

Xie Lin opened his eyes in a stable and found himself transmigrated into the body of the general's household's disposable illegitimate son, the one sent to die in place of his legitimate younger brother.

They wanted him to go die on the frontier?

Perfect. In his previous life, he had been a special forces soldier, and surviving impossible situations was his specialty.

They threw him into a scout unit with a ninety percent casualty rate?

That was right up his alley too.

He replaced the moldy rations with solid wheat cakes, swapped the leaky waterskin for one made of thick leather, and packed some sulfur and saltpeter. When he stepped through the capital gates, everyone in the Xie household was waiting to collect his corpse.

No one got what they were waiting for.

Instead, they got victory reports from the frontier, a court thrown into an uproar, and a warhorse trampling the Xie family estate's threshold.

From stablehand to god of slaughter, Xie Lin did just one thing!

He trampled everyone who had stepped on him, one by one!