Chapter 1: Soul Returns to Eastern Han

  "Those little rascals! Hurry up! Hurry up! Bring over that bundle of arrows quickly! Hurry up! Or else, those beards will attack again!" A loud and fierce voice echoed on the city wall, accompanied by countless battle cries and screams.

  "It's here! Stop nagging!" Another shout rose, a soldier wearing simple armor holding a bundle of arrows, scolding and rushing towards the female wall. But before he could reach the female wall, suddenly, an arrow shot from outside the city wall flew in, directly hitting his head, instantly piercing through his forehead! The soldier still had an arrow stuck in his forehead, and with inertia, took a few more steps forward, finally thudding to the ground.

  "Zhang Zheng! Bring the arrows over here!" Seeing that the soldier was dead, a bowman with a short beard who had been shouting at him earlier only froze for a moment before yelling at a young soldier wearing simple armor next to him.

  The young soldier didn't say a word, his face smeared with blood and devoid of expression, he simply nodded slightly, then dodged the flying arrows as he ran towards the corpse about six or seven steps away. Just when he was about two steps away, the young soldier's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly pressed his body down, a black shadow flew past his head, finally piercing the corpse on the ground! In fact, not only in front of him, but also under the young soldier's feet, there were corpses scattered all over the place, with fresh blood almost covering the soles of his shoes.

  However, the young soldier was not uncomfortable at all. He crawled out of the pile of corpses mixed with blood and water, and directly pounced on a bundle of tied arrows in front of him. With one hand, he hugged the bundle of arrows into his arms and turned around to run back! This time, he returned smoothly to the side of the archer, without needing the archer to say anything. The young soldier quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist, and with a swift stroke, cut open the cowhide rope that bound the arrows. The bundle of arrows immediately scattered all over the ground!

  As soon as the arrows arrived, the short-haired bow and arrow hand who had been hiding behind the female wall immediately picked up an arrow, drew his bow and shot it out! Looking at his movements and speed, it can be seen that he has undergone rigorous training to achieve this level! And from each arrow he shoots, he accurately hits the enemy outside the city, taking away their lives!

  And the young soldier next to him was not idle, crouching again and running back and forth to deliver arrows for the archers beside him! If any of the archers were hit by the flying arrows, he would quickly pick up the bow and arrow of that archer and distribute them to other archers.

  "Ah!" A miserable cry rang out, and it was the voice of the short-haired archer who had spoken before. The young soldier turned his head to look back, and saw that the short-haired archer was propping himself up with one hand on the wall, sitting askew, with a short arrow stuck in his right arm!

  A young soldier rushed over, squatting beside the short-bearded archer, furrowing his brow as he looked at the wound on the archer's arm. He said in a low voice, "Endure it!" Without waiting for the other party to agree, one hand directly grasped the injured arm of the short-bearded archer, and the other hand actually grabbed the short arrow. Before the other party could react, a bloody arrow flew out, and the short arrow was pulled out!

  "Damn it! Zhang Zheng, you son of a bitch!" The short-bearded archer was suddenly in so much pain that he gritted his teeth and blurted out a curse. However, soon he widened his eyes, closed his mouth, and let the young soldier skillfully bandage his wound with both hands. After the young soldier had simply bandaged the wound, the short-bearded archer immediately picked up his bow and arrow again, stuck his head out, and shot arrows at the outside of the city wall!

  After finishing this, the young soldier ran back and forth on the city wall as before, occasionally raising his head to look out at the outside of the city wall. Outside the city wall, the cavalry like a tide surrounded the city wall, charging back and forth, the Hu people dressed in strange attire on horseback, occasionally raised their hands holding short bows, shooting towards the city wall, the arrows shot from top to bottom of the city wall intertwined with each other, almost covering the sky!

  It's also unknown how many hours have passed, but the sun that was originally in the east has already set on the western horizon. After a whole day of fierce fighting, finally, a loud and clear horn sounded outside the city, and the dense Huren cavalry slowly retreated from outside the city wall with the sound of the horn. Seeing that the enemy had finally retreated, the soldiers on the city wall did not cheer because of this, but instead let out a collective sigh of relief, simply lying down on the spot, falling to the ground to rest.

  That young soldier slowly crawled to a corner of the city wall, leaning against the wall, looking up at the top of the empty space, that one wheel of bright moon had already climbed up, his face still without any expression, no one could see what he was thinking in his heart.

  The name of this young soldier is Zhang Zheng, who was just an ordinary soldier under the command of Dong Zhuo, the governor of Bingzhou and Hedong. However, no one knew that Zhang Zheng was not a common soldier born in this era, but a professional killer from modern society two thousand years later!

  As a professional killer, Zhang was nameless in the later generations, only with an extremely short code name, but he was one of the world's top professional killers in the later generations! Since childhood, he has been learning ancient martial arts, making him invincible in his career as a professional killer.

  But as the saying goes, one who often walks by the river will eventually get their shoes wet! It was during an assassination attempt on a high-ranking government official that Zhang Zhengyuan finally made his first mistake in life! And the price of this mistake was his own life! In the instant when the bullet pierced through Zhang Zhengyuan's forehead, he felt his vision go black, and by the time he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the plains of Pingyang, in the state of Bing, during the late Eastern Han dynasty, in the year 184 AD.

  Just arrived in this era, Zhang Zheng had not yet adapted to it when he encountered Dong Zhuo's soldiers capturing strong men for conscription. As someone with a sturdy build, Zhang Zheng was naturally targeted! Although he had enough strength to kill the soldiers, as a professional killer, Zhang Zheng chose to keep a low profile and was captured by Dong Zhuo's army to help repair the city wall of this place called Ling Shi City. At the same time, he also took on the name Zhang Zheng for himself. However, he didn't expect that just after arriving at Ling Shi City, he would encounter the invasion of the northern Hu people, who surrounded the entire city, making it impossible to escape! Moreover, this siege lasted for a full three days! If not for the Hu people lacking siege tactics and the city's soldiers being numerous, Ling Shi City might have been breached by the Hu people long ago!

  Looking up at the night sky, Zhang Zheng's calm and peaceful state of mind was slowly ruffled by subtle waves. In the first half of his life, as a professional killer, Zhang Zheng was clearly an atheist, but reality was right in front of him - he had somehow come from a situation where death was certain to this world two thousand years ago! Was there really a god in this world?

  At this thought, a hint of self-mockery flashed in Zhang Zheng's eyes. In the past decade or so, he had killed countless people, and the lives lost at his hands were too numerous to count! If there really was a god, then someone as sinful as himself should have died long ago, and after death, be cast into hell to suffer, which would be only fitting!

  Putting all this aside, Zhang Zheng began to consider his current situation again. In Zhang Zheng's mind, a name suddenly flashed - Dong Zhuo!

  As a top-notch professional killer, it's not just about knowing how to kill people, that's what the lowest-level killers do! Sometimes, in order to get close to the target, the killer must transform into any role, which means the killer must also possess all kinds of knowledge and become the most knowledgeable person! So Zhang Zheng naturally knew that the name Dong Zhuo represented something in this era! Brutality! Treachery! Rebellion! Lust! Lack of strategy! It seems like countless derogatory words can be applied to Dong Zhuo, and unfortunately, Zhang Zheng is now under the command of such a person! Of course, this doesn't mean Zhang Zheng will really be loyal to Dong Zhuo, it's just that for now, he has no better place to go, so he can only stay here for a while.

  "Hey! Take it!" Just as Zhang Zheng was deep in thought, suddenly a voice sounded from beside his ear, and then a hand holding a leather pouch appeared before his eyes. The voice by his ear continued to say: "This is the best Xifenglie wine! Drink it, and tonight won't be so chilly!"

  Zhang Zheng didn't need to turn his head, just by listening to the sound, he knew that the owner of the arm in front of him was the short-haired archer whom he had saved a life before. Zhang Zheng gently shook his head and stretched out his hand to push away the leather pouch in front of him, indicating that he didn't want to drink. As an assassin, years of habit made Zhang Zheng never touch alcohol! Because assassins must always keep their minds clear, getting drunk would be a fatal symptom for a qualified assassin!

  When Zhang Zheng didn't drink, the short-bearded archer didn't mind either. Instead, he picked up his own wineskin and poured it into his mouth. He took several gulps in a row before putting down the wineskin and wiping the wine stains from his mustache with the back of his hand. Then, with a thud, he sat down beside Zhang Zheng, imitating him by tilting his head to gaze up at the night sky. "In the past, I didn't drink either!" he said. "But after spending too much time on the battlefield, I discovered that every time I finished fighting, the smell of blood on my hands would make them shake uncontrollably! Only drinking wine could calm me down! So, before each battle, I had to prepare a bag of strong liquor - the stronger, the better!"