Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

"Guards, listen to my command! Not a single fly is allowed in!"

"Respect!"

Li Bao'er stood there, completely bewildered.

Before her stood a group of men in ancient costumes; the one giving orders was clad in armor and looking down at a sand table.

Li Bao'er's trouser leg was gently tugged, causing her to stumble unprepared. She quickly regained her balance. The man looking at the sand table had already turned his gaze to her, staring at her for a long while before his eyes sharp and cold: "Drag her away! Give her fifty strokes of the military rod!"

"Huh?" Confused, Li Bao'er was quickly dragged away by the soldiers. A moment later, a deafening scream echoed outside.

Li Bao'er, Ga.

……

"Guards, listen to my command! Not a single fly is allowed in!"

"Respect!"

Familiar dialogue.

Li Bao'er was startled and quickly followed the example of the soldier next to her, kneeling down on one knee, bowing her head and clasping her hands in greeting.

This is not acting!

This is a real time travel!

A cold laugh rang out above Li Bao'er's head.

"Distracted? Drag him out! Thirty strokes of the military rod to wake him up!"

Li Bao'er's heart sank: Did it have to be so strict? I only knelt down a little later!

Before she could explain herself, Li Bao'er was dragged away.

From the receding tent came the cold, stern voice of the armored man: "On the battlefield, even a moment's hesitation can kill a bunch of brothers! You all better watch out!"

Li Bao'er, Ga.

……

"Guards, heed my command! A hawk..."

As soon as Li Bao'er opened her eyes, she knelt down on one knee with a "click".

Thankfully, we made it through this ordeal.

As Li Bao'er finally stepped out of the tent, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her legs instantly went weak. A soldier beside her helped her up and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Can you still guard the east gate?"

"Yes!" Li Bao'er gritted her teeth.

Although she knew nothing about the current situation, the pace of the military camp was too fast, leaving her no time to ponder why she, a fine young socialist woman, had ended up in this godforsaken place.

She died twice; the feeling of her skin being torn apart was very real, and the sensation of organ failure at the time of death was even more real.

She can't be beaten to death with military batons anymore.

The soldier who helped her up was the same one who had pulled on her trouser leg when Li Bao'er first transmigrated, prompting her to kneel down and receive orders. Li Bao'er thought this person couldn't be a bad guy, so she boldly asked him to take her to the East Gate.

The soldier was very worried and repeatedly urged the silent and absent-minded Li Bao'er to ask the general for leave.

But even if Li Bao'er had a hundred times the courage, she wouldn't dare to see that god of death again. The environment she was in was unfamiliar and strange, and Li Bao'er didn't dare to casually ask the soldier about the situation. She was afraid that if she accidentally revealed her ignorance of the world or that someone would notice her completely different language habits, she would face being killed again.

Li Bao'er has never been a bold person; in fact, she is quite cautious.

Adhering to the principle of saying less to avoid making mistakes, she walked the rest of the way in silence until she arrived at the East Gate where she was supposed to be on duty.

The East Gate was an extremely remote gate, and Li Bao'er didn't encounter anyone else there. This meant that none of her worries from the journey materialized: what should she do if she ran into someone the original owner knew? How should she, as an ancient soldier, greet her comrades? How should she, a useless modern person, fight when the enemy attacked?

A chance to catch one's breath.

Li Bao'er leaned against the city wall, trying to replay the events in her mind. She wanted to find out why she had traveled to this place so she could find a way back as soon as possible. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember what she was doing before she traveled back. Was she sick? In a vegetative state? Or dead? Was her body still there?

Just by looking at those tiny hands and flat chest, Li Bao'er knew this body wasn't hers. After all, her original self was a 1.7-meter-tall, 36D-busted urban office lady… wait a minute??

Li Bao'er quickly grabbed her crotch.