第三章 初露锋芒
林峰晃了晃脑袋，宿醉般的钝痛像被硬塞进脑袋里的烂棉花，又黏又胀。他resistingopenly1着咸腥的泥土地气，夹杂着不知多少兄弟们刚擦干汗水弄出的味道，让他皱紧了眉头。 “操……” he muttered under his breath, slapping the table with his palm. The action made the nearby soldier spill some of his wine. It was the third day after the battle. The Tang army was currently stationed in an ancient city. The men were still recovering, their wounds treated, and themselves enjoying some much-needed rest. 林峰, whose real name was not known to anyone except his closest squad members, was one of the many soldiers camped outside the city. He had no family, no past, just a vague memory of a life that ended in a modern-day car accident. Now, he was here, in this ancient world, with only a military uniform and a sword as his belongings. He was sitting at a small wooden table, playing chess with an older soldier. The older man was known as General Zhang, a veteran of many battles. Despite his age, General Zhang was still sharp and demanding, but he had a soft spot for the younger soldiers.
