Chapter 0001: The Initial Battlefield

Several anxious shouts echoed in his ears, and he did not know how long he had been unconscious. Chen Ling's consciousness gradually began to awaken: "Am I dead? Who is Yan Zhi?"

Where is this ... ... ?

Chen Ling, twenty-six years old, hails from an ancient martial arts family in Huaxia. From a young age, he underwent extremely rigorous and harsh training, first focusing on strengthening his muscles and bones, followed by the cultivation of his internal organs, meridians, and marrow. He has delved into both internal and external martial arts, as well as the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and has studied the classics of Chinese literature and history. By the age of seventeen, he had already distinguished himself, becoming a rising star among the younger generation of various hidden forces in Huaxia.

Yàn ... ... position? No, I am Chén Lìng!

However, this time, he only remembered that he had accepted the national S-level "Treasure Box Project," which involved a secret tomb of an ancient emperor. He was sent by the National Security Bureau to a secret base in Western Europe to carry out a mission. As the mission was about to conclude, he engaged in a life-and-death duel with a world-class assassin. In the end, he received a fatal stab but managed to eliminate his opponent. Subsequently, the entire base exploded into nothingness, and he was caught in the blast. After that, he remembered nothing. How is it that upon waking, he found himself on an ancient battlefield?

With a heavy head, Chen Ling forced his eyes open slightly and saw several unfamiliar faces in front of him. They had their hair tied up, wore leather belts at their waists, and were dressed in tight-sleeved, cross-collared garments with double lapels covering their chests, adorned with armor plates. They appeared to be genuine armored soldiers.

... ...

Yan Zhi, you are awake. How do you feel about your injuries?

"Yes, Black Tiger, the renowned Teng Hu!" The burly man laughed heartily, revealing a sense of brotherly warmth.

"What is this wounded soldiers' camp? How did I end up lying here..."

Chen Ling was in a daze, the pain from his wounds was unbearable. He staggered a few steps forward, only to hear the distant sound of galloping hooves growing louder. He climbed onto a pile of corpses and looked up, seeing in the distance, amidst the swirling yellow sand, magnificent horses rearing up, neighing towards the sky. Countless banners fluttered in the wind, and the polished blades and gun muzzles gleamed with a piercing cold light. The thunderous sound of hooves shook the earth, and this overwhelming momentum deeply moved him

Chen Ling felt a sense of confusion in his heart, rendered speechless by the scene before him. He wondered if he had somehow traveled through time and space. Such bizarre occurrences seemed to happen only in novels or movies. His lips trembled, and for a long time, he could not utter a single word. Gradually, some chaotic thoughts began to merge into his memory, becoming indistinct and muddled.

Wei State army? Qin army? My goodness, have I returned to ancient times? Why am I here? Could it be time travel? That can't be possible!

Ten thousand horses galloping, a hundred thousand troops! My goodness, it seems I have truly returned to ancient times, but which side am I on? At that moment, a surge of hot blood rushed up, and Chen Ling spurted a column of blood, falling to the ground and losing consciousness.

Chen Ling was momentarily taken aback, thinking to himself: "Where is this place filming a movie? When did I become an actor?"

The other two young men, one named Shen Zheng, aged around twenty to twenty-five, and the other named Jing Yan, only about fifteen or sixteen, were both forcibly conscripted into military service. Before the Spring and Autumn period, noble surnames were inherited from their distant ancestors, thus remaining unchanged for hundreds of generations, while commoners did not possess surnames. Commoners only had given names, and the term "common people" generally referred to the nobility.

At the age of twenty, Chen Ling was recommended by his family to the National Security Bureau's Group 9 to carry out special missions, primarily targeting international criminals with supernatural abilities and large terrorist organizations. Over the course of eight years, he has completed forty-nine missions, each time returning covered in blood, having narrowly escaped death on several occasions. As a soldier, it is his duty to obey orders above all else

These three individuals were all comrades of Yan Zhi, serving as infantry soldiers in the Vanguard Left Camp at https://www.hetushu.com. During the confrontation with the Qin army, they were scattered by the elite troops of the fierce and ruthless Qin forces, suffering heavy losses in an instant. A few of them were separated, and Yan Zhi was struck down by an enemy soldier with a sword, while Chen Ling inadvertently attached himself to his body.

During the Warring States period, the feudal system disintegrated, and the system of surnames underwent fundamental changes. At this time, surnames began to transform into family names. For instance, the Tian family of the State of Qi, originally belonging to the Guixin surname, had adopted Tian as their surname by the Warring States period. After entering the Warring States period, commoners acquired surnames, and the term "common people" became a general reference for the populace. The evolution of the surname system reflects the decline of the nobility and the rise in the status of commoners

The tone of that person was quite strange, and the speech resembled a dialect from a certain region, sounding somewhat awkward, yet it was barely understandable. Chen Ling nodded in confusion, scanning the surroundings, only to realize that this was inside a large tent, where nearly a hundred ancient soldiers were lying around, continuously crying out in agony and moaning

Where is this? How did I end up here? He looked around at the scenes, asking himself in confusion

The thoughts in Chen Ling's mind became increasingly clear, gradually overshadowing several other distractions. He attempted to control this new body, straining to think, and just as he was about to sit up, a sharp pain shot through his chest, where thick white silk was bound. He opened his mouth and said: "You are black ... ... "

In the distance, some tattered banners stood erect, fluttering in the wind and making a rustling sound. Chen Ling squinted to take a closer look; ancient large seal script was prominently displayed on them. Fortunately, having grown up in a family of martial artists, he had a deep understanding of classical culture and had indeed studied this ancient script. Some of the banners were embroidered with the character [Wei], while others bore the character [Qin]

In front of Chen Ling stood a burly man with a dark face, his mustache curled high as he bared his teeth and said: "Oh no, this child must have hurt his head; why is he talking nonsense? We are on the battlefield of Hedong, right? You haven't forgotten that you are a small soldier in the left camp of the Wei army, have you?"

When Chen Ling awoke, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, blood still gushing out, soaking through the armor on his chest. He barely opened his eyes and looked around, only to find himself surrounded by corpses, each clad in ancient armor. Swords, halberds, spears, polearms, and shields were scattered all over the ground, some even embedded in the bodies of the dead. The deceased, wearing two different colors of armor, were piled high like a mountain, with severed limbs and broken arms strewn everywhere. Blood soaked the ground, and the overwhelming stench of blood made Chen Ling feel nauseous.

This body belongs to a nineteen-year-old youth, whose skin is quite remarkable and whose frame is not much different from that of a book. In Chen Ling's mind, he can no longer recall the distant origins of this youth; he only knows that he is a noble young man fleeing from disaster. Yan Zhi is a name he adopted temporarily. After becoming a hostage in Korea, during his escape, he was captured by the Wei army and forced to serve as a front-line soldier. A few days ago, the fierce battle that took place was a desperate struggle between the Qin and Wei states for control of the Hedong region, with both sides deploying over one hundred thousand troops.

Chen Ling clutched the wound on his chest, temporarily using his hand to staunch the gushing blood from the gaping hole. With his last ounce of strength, he stood up unsteadily, gazing around. The scene was filled with tattered banners, broken weapons, and shattered chariots, while the ground was littered with the bodies of fallen warhorses. As far as the eye could see, there were corpses of black-armored and blue-armored soldiers for several miles.

At that moment, a young girl entered the military camp, dressed in a light blue silk and linen skirt, with a lake green overcoat. She appeared simple yet elegant, with a graceful and delicate demeanor. Her skirt was tailored appropriately, and the soft and supple overcoat accentuated the curves of her waist, presenting a charming figure. She carried a bamboo basket on her arm, filled with various herbs and bandages. Upon seeing many soldiers making noise inside the tent, she furrowed her brows and scolded, "Do not disturb the injured while they rest; if you have nothing to do, please leave quickly..."

Yanzhi, Yanzhi, wake up...

This is a wounded soldiers' camp