In the winter of the 39th year of Yongchang in the Dayin Dynasty.
Hedong Road, northern road of Shuozhou Prefecture.
A beacon tower named Yanqingdun, which belongs to Jingbian Military Town, stands on the vast plains of the northern border between two mountains.
Faint mountains, sparse trees, dry riverbeds, endless yellow sand, and indescribable vastness and desolation.
The north wind howled, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky.
Zhao Muyun tightened his worn leather armor, picked up a few pieces of chopped firewood on the ground and stacked them on the firewood pile in the corner.
The iron pot on the stove next to it was bubbling with steam, and inside it was rice porridge so thin that you could see your reflection in it.
Looking at the gradually boiling rice porridge, Zhao Muyun couldn't help but be dazed.
This was the third month since he came into this world and the ninety-first day since he became a border guard.
Three months ago, he was the captain of China's most elite special forces "Dragon Tooth". During a border mission, he fell off a cliff while trying to save his comrades and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he had become a small soldier in a beacon tower in the northern border of the Dayin Dynasty.
In three months, he gradually understood the situation of this world.
The Dayin Dynasty has been established for more than two hundred years, and is now facing internal and external troubles.
In the north, the Di people were eyeing the country covetously; in the south, the Baiyue were wreaking havoc; in the east, the Japanese pirates were rampant; and in the court, there were constant factional struggles, intrigues and corruption, and people were just sitting in their positions doing nothing.
Recently, the Northern Di people have shown signs of moving southward in large numbers. The imperial court has ordered all prefectures and cities in Hedong Road to recruit men into the army to strengthen border defense.
The original owner was an honest farmer living outside Wuzhou City, fifty miles south of Jingbian Military Town. He had a mother, a brother, and a few acres of thin land.
He was forced to join the army and after a brief training, he was assigned to Yanqingdun.
But on the first day at the beacon tower, Zhao Muyun took over his body and his soul.
He has no system, is not a prince, and has no prominent family background.
If you want to survive in this world and build a career, you can only rely on your own efforts!
Fortunately, this farmer's son with the same name and surname as him has very good physical fitness and can carry on his skills as a special forces captain in his previous life.
As long as you train diligently, you can reach the abilities of your previous life.
Therefore, for the past three months, he lived a boring frontier life during the day, and secretly got up in the middle of the night to practice techniques such as grappling, fighting, assassination, and lurking to restore muscle memory.
He firmly believes that opportunities will always be reserved for those who are prepared!
......
"Little bastard, you're slacking off when I'm not paying attention?"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind.
Zhao Muyun's face darkened.
Looking back, he saw squad leader Zhang Biao standing at the door with his hands on his hips and glaring at him.
There is a watchtower every three miles and a platform every five miles in Jingbian Military Town, with a total of 203 soldiers stationed in the upper reaches of the Qingshui River in the north of Shuozhou, a key border defense point.
There are ten beacon towers stretching for more than thirty miles, each garrisoned with a ten-man force.
The remaining one hundred soldiers were stationed in the Jingbian military town in the rear to provide support to various locations.
Zhang Biao was the sergeant of Yanqingdun, Zhao Muyun's immediate superior, and the confidant of the captain of Jingbian Army.
He had a face full of flesh and greedy eyes, and he often exploited low-level soldiers like Zhao Muyun.
"Where is the firewood I asked you to chop?" Zhang Biao asked bluntly.
Zhao Muyun pointed to the neatly stacked firewood in the corner and said, "It's all chopped!"
"That's all?" Zhang Biao kicked over the pile of firewood. "Not enough! Go chop more! If you don't chop all the firewood today and fill the whole room, you won't be able to eat!"
Zhao Muyun clenched his fists, then slowly loosened them.
He knew that Zhang Biao was just looking for trouble.
Three months ago, Zhang Biao required Zhao Muyun to pay him half of his military pay every month.
The other soldiers did as they were told, but Zhao Muyun, who had just arrived, could not swallow this insult and refused on the spot.
Since then, he has been constantly being harassed.
Zhang Biao used various excuses to treat Zhao Muyun like a beast of burden, and made him do all the dirty and tiring work!
"What are you still standing there for?" Zhang Biao sneered. "Are you itching for trouble?"
Zhao Muyun stood up silently, picked up the axe and walked towards the woodshed.
He could feel that his comrades outside the door were looking at him with cold eyes, and no one dared to speak.
"What are you looking at? Get out of here!"
Zhang Biao roared at the soldiers who were watching, and they scattered like birds and beasts.
Zhang Biao turned around and left with great satisfaction.
In Yanqingdun, he is the king and no one can challenge his authority.
This is the current situation of the beacon tower in the northern border of Dayin.
The thousand-household officials were only thinking about getting promoted and making money, the hundred-household officials were withholding military pay, the sergeants were embezzling money, and the lower-level soldiers were unable to get enough food.
Those who showed some resistance either died inexplicably on the battlefield or were framed and persecuted on various charges.
Zhao Muyun was chopping wood while thinking about a way out.
At the beginning, he was the captain of China's most elite special forces "Dragon Tooth" in his previous life, so he was bound to resist.
But when he thought about the fact that he had a family outside Wu Zhou City, if he openly resisted the oppression of his superiors alone, his family would inevitably be implicated.
For the sake of his family, he chose to endure temporarily for the past three months.
But, that doesn't mean he will continue like this.
He is waiting for an opportunity!
......
"Brother Zhao..."
At this time, a timid voice was heard.
Zhao Muyun looked up and saw that Dunjun Wang Tiezhu was hiding at the door of the woodshed.
There was a squad of soldiers at the Yanqingdun beacon tower. In addition to the squad leader Zhang Biao, there was also a scout and eight guards.
Like Zhao Muyun, Wang Tiezhu was also a new recruit who joined the army from Shuozhou Prefecture three months ago.
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