"It's probably time to die."
At this moment, Jiang Wenyuan had already seen his own end.
Perhaps this wasn't a bad thing; at least for a mere Chief Constable, dying on the battlefield might be a rather decent conclusion—looking back, Jiang Wenyuan even felt that his journey had been somewhat dreamlike. Initially, he was just a Chief Constable in Yizhou City, mainly dealing with refugees and bandits, occasionally confronting some monsters. If nothing unexpected had happened, he would have continued this way for the rest of his life.
So, how did a common Chief Constable like him get transferred to the imperial capital Jian'kang and even manage to turn the tide in this critical battle?
"But... I didn't really turn the tide, did I?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Wenyuan finally let out a long sigh.
