Huan Tianyuan,
Huan Tianyuan,
woke up,
Huan Tianyuan,
wake up quickly.
Huan Tianyuan opened his eyes.
He looked around in confusion, finding himself lying in a military tent, surrounded by a group of barefoot men, their strong masculine hormones rushing into his nostrils, particularly stimulating.
Who am I... Where am I... Where am I going...
Asking himself the three ultimate questions right away, Huan Tianyuan bewildered himself into a daze.
"Dong dong dong"
"Drums are beating, drums are beating!"
"We're heading out, we're heading out!"
Without much thought, as the military drums outside the tent sounded loudly, soldiers jumped up from their bunks, hurriedly dressing in armor. Huan Tianyuan was inexplicably swept along, put on armor, grabbed the broken step spear by his pillow, slung a crossbow over his back, and rushed out of the tent with the crowd to form ranks.
