Chapter 1: Turning the Tide of Fury

  It's already autumn, but the weather is still as hot as in mid-summer.

  Wang Can lay on the scorching ground, feeling as if his back was stuck to a red-hot iron plate, extremely hot. His body instinctively jumped up.

  "Huh, where is this?"

  As soon as Wang Can entered his line of sight, a hundred meters away, a group of black-clad soldiers with steel knives and long guns rushed over.

  "How could this be? Didn't I die?" Wang Can stared at the rapidly advancing, ferocious-looking soldiers, stunned. The situation before him was too unfamiliar. He was originally a special sniper from the Flying Eagle Special Forces of the Southwest Military Region, who had received orders to go to the China-Myanmar border to assassinate a local big-time drug lord. Although he successfully killed the drug lord, Wang Can ultimately fell into the enemy's encirclement. Facing a carpet-style search, Wang Can had no chance of escape. For this reason, Wang Can chose to die together with his enemies, using an explosive bomb to kill himself and also killing the enemy who was chasing him to death.

  I'm already dead, how can I still be alive?

  Wang Canshen was extremely puzzled and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but there was no information in his mind.

  "Kill!"

  A loud shout, a roar from the battlefield, startled Wang Can out of his reverie. Seeing the soldiers getting closer and closer, he didn't have time to think much, and like a cheetah encountering danger, he turned around and ran.

  Danger, extreme danger.

  Wang Can turned his head and glanced at the dense crowd, his scalp tingling.

  He was a special sniper, responsible for sniping the main personnel of the enemy, one by one, with a single shot to the head. But now he faced a sea of people, and even if he held a sniper rifle, he couldn't finish off the surging soldiers from morning till night.

  Thousands of people rushed in, and if you were trapped inside, there would be no chance of survival.

  "Gong Dou, you son of a bitch, where have you gone? I'm about to die."

  Wang Cai spread his legs and sprinted at top speed. As he passed by a general wrapped in a yellow scarf, he suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the side. He turned his eyes and glanced at another general who was also running quickly beside him.

  "Yellow Turban leader, Liu Pi!"

  Wang Can's mind flashed with memories of this body, and information about Gong Du and Liu Pi also emerged. Gong Du and Liu Pi were generals who followed Zhang Jue, the old Taoist priest, in rebelling against the imperial court. After the Yellow Turbans were suppressed by the imperial court, the two men led the remnants to flee to Yuzhou and occupy Runan.

  Time-traveled?

  Wang Canshen was shocked in his heart, he finally understood that he had indeed died, but his soul had attached itself to the body of a newly deceased Yellow Turban soldier and come back to life again.

  This year is Chūhei 6.

  Became a Yellow Turban bandit, it's not bad either, at least I'm still alive.

  Wang Can didn't bother to investigate how he had traveled through time, as long as he could stay alive it was the greatest happiness. He had been fascinated by military history since childhood and was extremely familiar with historical events, especially the periods of Three Kingdoms and Sui and Tang Dynasties when heroic generals emerged in large numbers, which he knew like the back of his hand, and at the same time, he felt a deep sense of reverence. Such an era of chaos yet heroes rising everywhere was destined to be an era of grand waves, an era that made people's blood boil with excitement.

  "Hmm...hmmm..."

  After a burst of rapid running, Wang Can's breathing became somewhat disordered, gasping for air, unable to catch his breath, and his legs began to tremble, with muscle soreness throughout his body, having lost his stamina.

  "Damn it, this crappy body is so pathetic."

  Wang Canshen cursed loudly in his heart and ran less than 300 meters before his body couldn't hold up anymore.

  Wang Can could no longer run, and the soldiers behind him were getting closer and closer, becoming more and more excited as they killed more and more of the Yellow Turbans. Wang Can was well aware that if he was surrounded by the soldiers, he would definitely be pierced to death, and it was impossible for him to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, only for the soldiers to spare his life and continue chasing after the fleeing Yellow Turban rebels.

  He supported his tired body, forced himself to be spirited, ran while looking back at the situation of the officers and soldiers behind him.

  Among the officers and soldiers who participated in the pursuit, the leader wore a white robe with a leather armor on top, holding a long knife in his hand, and was making great efforts to slash at the Yellow Turban bandits who were being pursued. Wang Can saw this situation, gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Escape would be death, and fighting back would also be death; rather than being caught up by the officers and soldiers and stabbed to death with random spear thrusts, it was better to take the initiative to attack.

  Suddenly catching sight of the scattered weapons on the ground, Wang Can's eyes lit up, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

  A longbow lay on the ground.

  Wang Can, as a special sniper, is not only skilled in firearms, but also proficient in long-range attack weapons such as bows and crossbows.

  For a sniper, the effect of a longbow is undoubtedly much better than a war knife or a long gun. Wang Cang quickly picked up the longbow that had fallen to the ground, as well as the scattered arrows beside it. He stretched out his hand to test the bowstring, feeling that he could still withstand its power, and smiled with unparalleled confidence on his face.

  With a long bow in hand, Wang Can plucked an arrow and placed it on the bowstring.

  "Whoosh~~"

  The bow and arrow responded in unison, the sharp arrows piercing through the air, heading straight for the white-robed general who was wielding a sword to slaughter the Yellow Turban bandits.

  The white-robed commander seemed to have sensed the threat, raised his head and saw the sharp arrow flying straight at him. His body suddenly shifted to one side, trying to dodge the high-speed arrow, but the arrow was too fast. The white-robed commander's body tilted, only making the arrow's position deviate, not hitting the vital organs, but instead hitting the scapula.

  "Pffft!"

  The bow and arrow had a huge impact, wrapping around the massive force that shot into the scapula, piercing through the bone with a crisp sound.

  "Ah..."

  The white-robed general let out a mighty roar, the piercing pain in his shoulder making him like a raging tiger, fierce and formidable.

  Wang Can stood at a distance, his expression calm and collected, his eyes revealing endless indifference. He didn't shoot at the white-robed general's vital parts, and Wang Can didn't show any disappointment, still drawing his bow and shooting arrows.

  "Whoosh!"

  "Whoosh!"

  "Whoosh!"

  Three arrows shot out in succession, heading straight for the white-robed general's vital parts.

  The first arrow shot towards the face, the second shot towards the throat, and the third arrow shot towards the heart. The three arrows brought a sharp whistling sound, and in an instant, they approached the front of the white-robed general. The white-robed general's eyes widened, his hair fluttered, and he stared at the incoming arrows with a look of terror. At the same time, he tilted his head, dodged to the side, and avoided the arrow aimed at his face. Immediately after, the second arrow barely grazed his neck as it shot past. The white-robed general's heart flashed with joy, but just then, the third arrow pierced his heart.

  Wang Can smiled coldly, his eyes without any ripples, as if he had already known the outcome.

  "These bows and arrows are for you!" Before he knew it, Liu Bi was standing beside Wang Can, a smile on his face.

  Wang Can nodded and said: "Thank you, General!"

  Liu Bei laughed, raised his battle knife and shouted excitedly: "The enemy general will die, Yellow Scarves, follow me to kill!"

  The sound was loud and clear, echoing across the battlefield. The fleeing Yellow Turban rebels heard Liu Bei's voice and turned around to attack the pursuing government soldiers.

  A sentence "the enemy will die" instantly boosted the morale of all the Yellow Turban soldiers. In ancient times, when two armies were at war, the commander was the pillar of the army. Once the general was killed, the entire army would immediately disintegrate and lose its combat effectiveness. Wang Can shot and killed the officer with one arrow, and Liu Bei instantly seized this opportunity to counterattack.

  The Yellow Turbans were as fierce as a rainbow, and it was impossible to see them fleeing in the previous moment, but this moment they suddenly charged forward, fearless of death.

  Looking back at the official army camp, as soon as the white-robed general died, the entire army suddenly fell into chaos and lost its discipline. Upon hearing Liu's loud shout, these soldiers were frightened out of their wits and lost all sense of direction, thinking only of fleeing in a hurry.

  In an instant, the army which had just been full of vigor and spirit was defeated like a mountain collapsing, and they were completely routed.