On the Gan State Plain in Hezhou Province, a bloody massacre had just ended. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, dead horses, broken armor and weapons, and a strong smell of blood filled the entire smoky battlefield, making people feel nauseous.

  Two hours ago, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Empire had a head-on confrontation with the Righteous Army. The 6,000-strong heavily armed Great Zhou army faced off against the poorly equipped 30,000-strong bandit army. The battle was extremely brutal. Although the Righteous Army had an absolute advantage in numbers, it was no match for the well-trained and well-equipped elite troops of the Great Zhou Empire - the Thunderbolt Army. After suffering nearly 2,000 casualties, the 30,000-strong Righteous Army was almost annihilated, with less than a hundred men fleeing towards Liu Zhou.

  Now, on this battlefield that had just ended, a soldier of the Thunder Army who had fallen to the ground pushed away the dead bodies that were pressing down on him and slowly stood up.

  Liu Ce, originally not a person of this world, due to some special reasons, suddenly transmigrated into the body of an ordinary soldier with the same name and surname as himself. Fortunately, Liu Ces mental quality was strong, and he quickly adapted to this cruel world. From the memories of the original owner, he learned that this world is similar to ancient Earth, called Shen Zhou Continent. His own army is called Lei Ting Military Group, one of the top ten elite armies of the Da Zhou Empire. Currently, they are assisting Zhao Yuanji, the Governor-General of He Yuan Province, in suppressing the peasant uprising of He Yuan Province under imperial orders.

  In less than a month since Liu Ce crossed over to this world, he had already experienced six expeditions. From the initial fear and disgust of killing for the first time to his current numbness, in this short yet long period of one month, Liu Ce had thoroughly adapted to his identity as a soldier, becoming a qualified veteran. So far, more than twenty righteous army soldiers had died at his hands. This time, during hand-to-hand combat with a bandit leader on the battlefield, he was knocked unconscious by a horse that suddenly fell over.

  "Tragic!" Although it had been almost a month since he arrived in this world, Liu Ce still felt as if he was in a dream when looking at the corpses and smoke that filled the battlefield. He casually picked up his standard-issue waist knife, which already had many notches on it, and his trusty long spear and headed towards the direction of his own camp.

  All along the way, what entered his eyes was a scene of devastation, not even a single intact field or house could be found. Liu Ce saw a corpse of a bandit who had been cut in two, with the upper and lower body separated by more than ten meters, the intestines exposed outside the body were still wet, leaving behind long trails of bloodstains. The expression on that bandits face was extremely ferocious, his fingers had already twisted into unnatural shapes, his eyes wide open in death, it could be imagined what kind of suffering he had endured before dying.

  In the distance, another bandits head was half gone, his brains and blood mixed together, sending chills down ones spine...

  Mangled limbs, lifeless bodies... words that used to only appear in books now unfold before Liu Ces eyes in a three-dimensional manner. For nearly a month, every battle has presented him with such scenes, some of bandits and some of soldiers. To survive, he must adapt to this terrifying world.

  In the distance, the towering city walls were shrouded in a haze of smoke from outside the city, only revealing a vague outline. This was Gaoyang City, the largest city in the central part of the river source. Despite the war raging outside the city, the officials and nobles inside continued to live in luxury, thinking that the soldiers and refugees fighting for their lives outside had nothing to do with them. In their view, it was the soldiers duty to protect them, and as for why the refugees would rebel, it wasnt something they needed to consider. Those who dared to resist were simply killed, no need to know too many reasons. The life and death of soldiers and refugees were just a string of numbers in their eyes, not worth mentioning alongside themselves.

  Liu Ce walked alone on the way back to camp, occasionally recalling his life in another peaceful era of a previous life, were his parents still well...

  A groan came from behind a low wall, Liu Ce passed by and didnt pay attention to it. This kind of abandoned wounded soldier was common in the past month. Most refugees were poor people with nothing valuable on them. Soldiers didnt even bother cleaning up the battlefield, just chopping off a few heads to take back to camp to gain merit and improve their next days rations. Of course, this military achievement had nothing to do with him. At most, those who performed well would be favored by their superiors and promoted to a personal guard?