Chapter 1
You are a farmer, your family has been poor since childhood. Occasionally you go to the city and see dignitaries sitting in luxurious carriages and entering an inn with luxurious decoration that looks majestic just by looking at the door.
You secretly fantasize about how great it would be if you could live a life of luxury. At this moment, the waiter at the door comes up and starts to scold you. Although you are angry, you look at the inn behind the waiter and leave in dismay without refutation. After you walk away, you still can't help but look back. The inn is still luxurious and grand, and the waiter looks even more proud because he chased you away. The waiter glared at you and you quickened your pace and left.
Then you used the money you earned from chopping wood in the mountains to buy the necessary supplies to survive and prepared to leave the city and return to your home in the countryside. When you were leaving the city gate, you saw a recruitment notice on the billboard. As long as you survive on the battlefield, you can be granted a title and become a prime minister. You were excited and yearning for it, and did not think about the cruelty of the battlefield, the mountains of corpses and blood, and the possibility of having your head chopped off at any time.
All you can think of is that one day you will become a general and return home in glory, then go to the inn where you used to be scolded for looking at him, and give the waiter who looked down on you two slaps in the face. From then on, you couldn't sleep all night, and your mind was full of the glorious scenes of success. Finally, one evening after you came back from farming, you told your parents that you wanted to join the army. Despite your parents' objections, you packed your luggage overnight and set off. When you arrived at the military camp, you looked at the general wearing armor and wearing a sword, and you were fascinated and vowed to succeed.
Since you have no battlefield experience, you can only serve as cannon fodder. Of course, you don't know this because your captain tells you that the army is short of supplies and new recruits will not be given equipment, so you can only buy equipment on your own. You look at your empty sleeves and can only pick up a stick as a weapon. During training, you see the son of the landlord in the next village who once bullied you, holding a knife with a cold gleam in his hand. You dare not look up. You can only concentrate on training.
Not long after the training, you followed the general to the battle. The two armies faced each other. You looked at the huge enemy army on the opposite side and began to get scared. You tightly grasped the wooden stick in your hand and sweated uncontrollably. But you gritted your teeth and cheered yourself up for your dream.
At the sound of the horn, you rushed to the front. When you met the enemy forces, you found that the one rushing in front of you was a man holding a wooden stick and wearing tattered cloth like you. He had gray hair and was very old, and you killed him easily.
You were lucky to survive this war, but you didn't think so. You even thought that war was easy. You began to clean up the battlefield, where you harvested a lot of supplies. You picked up a breastplate that fit you fairly well and a knife. You waved the knife, full of confidence.
After returning to the barracks and recording the military achievements, you lay down in the resting place and began to count the military achievements. You had to participate in a few more battles before you could be discharged and return home, fantasizing about your future life. You fell asleep unknowingly. At dawn, the horn sounded, and you hurriedly put on your breastplate and took up your weapons to gather in front of the battle.
This time you drove the enemy back ten miles. When you wanted to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop at a dangerous place, you were ambushed and counterattacked by the enemy. You and your comrades abandoned your weapons and retreated with the army. On the way of escape, you lost your breastplate and sword. You could only pick up the stick again, but you did not give up.