Starting with helping Zhao Kai ascend the throne in the snow

"Crunch, crunch..."

With a violent tremor, Shen Qing groggily opened her eyes, then felt her whole body shaking, accompanied by an indescribable urge to vomit.

The next moment, he realized that he was inside a speeding carriage.

"Don't let them get away! Crossbowmen, flank them from the right; the rest of you, follow me and chase after the carriage."

"If we let them escape, everyone knows Lord Chu's methods; you can imagine what the consequences will be."

Just as Shen Qing realized his situation, thunderous hoofbeats and loud shouts came from behind the carriage.

"Giddy up, giddy up. Young master, hold on tight, be careful not to bump into anything. In another five li, we'll be out of Liangzhou territory." A slightly hurried old man's voice rang out from outside the carriage curtain.

Shen Qing, supporting himself, lifted the curtain and saw an elderly man with white hair dressed as a gray servant, holding the reins in one hand and repeatedly wielding a whip in the other, striking a galloping brown warhorse. The brown warhorse's rump was covered in blood from the constant whipping, showing the old man's urgency; otherwise, a coachman would never treat his horse so harshly.

At this moment, on the official road of Liangzhou, the following scene unfolded: a carriage was speeding ahead, followed closely by more than ten fully armored cavalrymen, while on each side of the carriage, three cavalrymen armed with crossbows flanked it from the left and right.

"Who am I? Where am I? What's going on?" Faced with the situation before him, Shen Qing couldn't help but ask himself these three soul-searching questions.

Then he looked at the blue ancient robe he was wearing, and an absurd guess suddenly popped into his mind: Could it be that he had traveled through time? Excluding all the impossibilities, only this explanation could account for what had happened to him.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Just as Shen Qing was stunned, the cavalry on both sides simultaneously raised their crossbows and fired at the carriage.

"Whoosh!" The warhorse was struck by several arrows, and a desolate neighing sounded. Then its body went limp, and it dragged the carriage to the ground.

The immense force of the impact threw Shen Qing directly from the carriage, causing him to tumble over ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, leaving him dizzy and spitting out blood.

The elderly man driving the carriage was shot in the temple at the same moment his horse was struck by an arrow, and died instantly.

Shen Qing felt excruciating pain in his internal organs. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds above. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw more than a dozen cavalrymen surrounding him, looking down at him without any emotion.

"Wang Liu, you just joined the Northern Liang Army this year and haven't seen blood yet. Go and take his head so you can get used to the feeling of beheading someone and avoid wetting your pants on the battlefield later." The cavalry squad leader in iron armor said to a young cavalryman with a somewhat childish face next to him, which made the surrounding cavalrymen burst into laughter.

"Liu, don't underestimate me. I, Wang Liu, am no coward." The cavalryman named Wang Liu said with a flushed face, dismounted, drew a standard-issue dagger from his waist, and walked towards Shen Qing, who was lying on the ground.

"God, are you playing a joke on me? I just transmigrated, and now I'm facing this certain death situation. You're not giving me any way out at all." Shen Qing looked at the young man holding a cold knife slowly walking towards him with a look of despair.

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On the official road leading to Liangzhou, a young man dressed in black martial arts attire and wearing a gray cloak rode his horse with great spirit towards Liangzhou.

"This little black boat, neither gold nor jade, has an antique design and exquisite craftsmanship. I'm sure my wife will like it. Hehe, I wonder if I'll run into my father-in-law this time. Should I pay my respects or not? What a dilemma!" The cloaked youth held the horse's reins in one hand and a small black boat the size of his palm in the other, talking to himself. When he thought of something happy, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Just then, a rapid sound of hooves came from afar. He instinctively tightened the reins and stopped his warhorse. Looking into the distance, he saw a group of more than a dozen Northern Liang cavalrymen intercepting a carriage.

All trouble stems from sticking your neck out; when traveling, avoid getting into trouble. The cloaked youth recalled his master's advice on navigating the world, hesitated slightly, then made up his mind to remain on the sidelines and observe.

"Since ancient times, no one has ever escaped death. In eighteen years, I'll be a hero again." Shen Qing watched Wang Liu approach with a cold knife in his hand, and offered a self-deprecating consolation, completely giving up the struggle and accepting his fate.

Then, seeing Wang Liu's trembling, novice-like appearance, his fear subsided somewhat. He said, "Little brother, I'm afraid of pain. Please be quick and efficient when you're done." After saying that, he closed his eyes and muttered, "Maybe this is just a nightmare, and I'll wake up soon." Just as he finished speaking, a large number of unfamiliar memories suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by a severe headache that caused him to faint.

"Wang Liu, aren't you going to make a move? You're not really scared to death, are you?" The surrounding cavalry laughed and teased Wang Liu when they saw him hesitating.

When Wang Liu was teased by the crowd, his eyes turned fierce. He raised his cold knife high and swung it down hard.