Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1 Fighting for Life, the Qin Guards
The setting sun is like blood.

The broken bluestone city wall reflected blood-red spots in the setting sun, revealing a sense of solemnity and sadness.

The wind blew through the broken walls, making a cold whistle with a hint of blood.

"Cough cough..."

The smoke from the burning building rushed straight into the lungs, causing the young soldier in gray-black leather armor, who was crouching beside the broken wall, to cough and wake up.

His name is Zhang Yuan. He just turned sixteen this year. He took over the position of his father who died in the line of duty and became a newly recruited ninth-rank guard in Luyang Prefecture of the Qin Dynasty.

Now he was drafted into the Chilin Army stationed in Fengtian County, Luyang Prefecture, to defend Fengtian County to the death.

After three months of siege by the Yan army of 20,000 outside the city, only less than 800 of the 3,000 defenders in Toyota County were left.

In a skirmish half a day ago, Zhang Yuan was separated from his comrades. He fought hard and fled to the ruins in the streets and alleys to hide.

Just now, when he was exhausted and drowsy, his consciousness fell into a hazy dream.

In that dream, he transformed into Zhang Yuan, wearing a navy blue military uniform and gold-rimmed glasses, and lived in a place called China.

In China, there are chariots that spew flames.

In China, there is an iron bird soaring into the sky.

China has the Dongfeng magic arrow that will accomplish its mission.

In China, every inch of land must be fought for, and the soldiers are like a torrent of steel.

In a dreamlike memory, the flying ship that Zhang Yuan was riding crossed the void and came to an abrupt end when it crashed into a giant bronze coffin that was tens of millions of feet long.

"Huaxia, Daqin..."

The pain in his muscles and bones made Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly filled with life.

Pain means being alive.

Pain represents the disappearance of illusion and the return to reality.

There is no China here, only Daqin.

Not inferior to the brilliance of China, or even more brilliant than the Qin Dynasty!

"Yes, my name is Zhang Yuan, and my father is a ninth-rank official in Luyang Prefecture..."

"I am a member of the Great Qin Black Clothes Guard. My father's death is followed by my son, my elder brother's death is followed by my younger brother. I will never regret serving the Great Qin."

Zhang Yuan raised his head and looked at the figures walking towards the alley ahead. The dreamlike experience just now faded from his mind.

Gripping the knife handle tightly, Zhang Yuan held his breath slightly, relaxed his body, and pretended to be a crouching corpse, hoping to avoid being searched.

With three Yan army soldiers in front of him, he had no chance of escaping the encirclement.

"These black dogs are really stubborn. They've been besieging the city for three months and are almost dying, but they still refuse to surrender."

"Indeed, I just killed that guy, his neck was broken in half, but he was still staring at me, that look..."

"As an old Qin person, after all, I used to be considered a Qin person. It's a pity..."

The three black-armored soldiers whispered to each other, as if they really regarded Zhang Yuan as a dead body. The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away.

Three hundred years ago, Murong Zhao, the Marquis of Yanbei in the Qin State, rebelled under the instigation of evil spirits, occupied a county and established the state of Yan.

Over the past three hundred years, the State of Yan has continuously attacked and plundered Qin territory.

Only when the footsteps disappeared did Zhang Yuan breathe a sigh of relief. He was just about to stand up from the broken wall when he suddenly trembled all over and rolled forward with all his might.

"when--"

The sound of a spear piercing the broken wall came with a loud bang.

"Haha, this black dog knows how to play dead!"

"If you really want to play dead, don't hold the knife so tightly!"

The Yan army soldier holding a spear laughed loudly, turned the spear and swept it across.

"Woo——"

The long spear swept towards Zhang Yuan's waist with a whistling sound.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to use the knife in his hand to block the swinging gun, and could only retreat in embarrassment.

An inch longer is an inch stronger. A spear fired by a soldier in the army can smash a bluestone as big as a head, which is not something that Zhang Yuan's three-foot steel knife can block.

Outside the broken wall, two Yan soldiers, one holding a short sword and a round shield, and the other holding a heavy axe, looked around vigilantly.

This street is the place of chaos at the city gate, and soldiers from both sides may appear at any time.

Taking three steps back, Zhang Yuan's back hit the cold corner of the wall. The hard wall made his back tense.

In front, the black-armored soldiers holding long spears shook off the big spear flowers and advanced step by step, forcing Zhang Yuan into a desperate situation.

Looking at the vibrating spearhead, Zhang Yuan's original soreness and swelling disappeared, and he even felt as if he couldn't breathe. This was a life-or-death moment.

His eyes were fixed on the tip of the gun, and his hand gripping the hilt of the knife slowly relaxed.

The old soldier of the Red Scale Army who had led him had told him that when facing a long spear, he must stare closely at the tip of the spear and strike at the moment the spear tip was about to strike.

There is only one chance to break a gun with a knife.

That old soldier died two months ago.

A spear pierced his throat.

"Om-"

The shaking spear stabbed towards Zhang Yuan's chest. The slight whistling sound from the spear tip made it possible to feel how fast the attack was.

Such a rapid attack can definitely penetrate the leather armor and penetrate the body.

The tip of the gun was instantly two feet in front of Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan could feel the chill brought by the spear's sharp edge, as well as the murderous intent in the other party's eyes.

In military combat, a single blow determines life or death.

The tip of the gun is one foot in front of him!
The chill from the gun tip seemed to penetrate Zhang Yuan's chest and abdomen.

It's now!

Zhang Yuan turned the long sword that he had originally held straight up over and turned it into a horizontal grip, with the blade pointing upwards, and thrust it forward with his arm that had been gathering momentum for a long time.

"Thorn-"

The blade scraped across the gun body, and a harsh friction sound was heard.

The tip of the spear trembled, and was lifted up two feet, passing over Zhang Yuan's head, and pierced into the broken wall with a "ding" sound, sparks flying and stirring up a piece of broken bricks and stones.

The black-armored soldier missed his attack, shouted angrily, retracted his spear, and prepared to stab again.

How could I possibly give the other party another chance to stab me!

One more stab and Zhang Yuan will die!

"kill--"

With a low shout, Zhang Yuan took a step forward with his left foot while the other party put away his gun, stretched out his left arm, and grabbed the other party's neck.

This is a variation of the Iron Armor Fist, a military boxing technique. The original punch to the chest is transformed into a grab, with an extra distance for the five fingers to extend forward.

He used such force in his palm that the moment he grabbed the other person's neck, he had already scratched the skin, leaving five bloody marks.

His fingers pinched the opponent's throat, causing the black-armored soldier's face to turn red as blood.

The black-armored soldier wanted to retreat, but Zhang Yuan's long sword, held horizontally in his right hand, had already brushed past his waist and was pulled out diagonally.

"Pfft."

The blade passed through the gap in the opponent's soft leather armor at the waist, bringing up a handful of blood.

The black-armored soldier groaned in pain, let go of his spear, and grabbed Zhang Yuan's arm with both hands.

Outside the broken wall, the black-armored soldiers holding heavy axes had already realized that the situation was not right and rushed over with roars.

Zhang Yuan held the other person's neck tightly and refused to let go. He raised his right leg and kneed him in the waist and abdomen, hitting the bloody wound just opened by the long knife. Blood and intestines burst and sprayed out.

"Bam—"

This blow made the opponent tremble all over, fall down, and the hand that was holding Zhang Yuan's arm loosened.

Zhang Yuan withdrew his left hand, held the knife with both hands, and raised it high.

"You dare——"

The black-armored soldier holding a heavy axe shouted and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan kept his blade sharp and slashed down with one blow.

"puff--"

The blade cut through the cervical vertebrae, making a sound like grinding teeth, blood spurting out in bright red, and the sounds of heads rolling and bodies falling intertwined, revealing the unique heroic beauty of the battlefield.

Fighting in front of the army, one blow determines life or death.

Kill the enemy at the risk of your life.

The Great Qin Guards.

　The new book sets sail, and it’s time to kill again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)