He was the young hunter who had just awakened from a coma. In his previous life, he was called John Lewis, a famous rock climber who loved outdoor sports and had a strong physique, but unfortunately fell into a bottomless abyss while climbing.

After waking up, he found himself possessing the body of a young hunter. His modern mind had completely replaced that of the youth he possessed, leaving him utterly bewildered and ignorant of this era. He didn’t even know his own name in this time before being conscripted by Cao’s army.

He really wanted to ask those around him what year it was and where he was now. He knew he had fallen into the Three Kingdoms era, and the large “Cao” character on the banner was especially glaring.

“Run!”

A middle-aged man desperately shoved him. “The officers behind are whipping hard!”

John Lewis turned his head. Dozens of paces away, over a hundred Cao cavalrymen were furiously whipping the crowd. Many people were beaten until their heads bled, and those who fell were immediately stabbed to death with spears.

John Lewis sighed. His only advantage now was that he had a bit more wits than these pitiful conscripted peasants.

He craned his neck to look behind. In the distance, a black line trailed them from several miles away.

He had already guessed what the Cao army intended. If he was right, they were being driven as cannon fodder to their deaths, and there must be thousands of troops waiting ahead.

He didn’t know how he could survive, but one thing was clear in his mind: he must not rush to the front, nor could he fall behind. Only when the battle broke out and the Cao army was too busy to care about them could he look for a chance to escape.

Chapter 2: Life and Death Pursuit

John Lewis ran nimbly with the crowd. At this moment, he was deeply grateful for the gift from the heavens, allowing him to possess the body of a strong and agile youth, giving him the means to survive.

In this life, he was a young hunter living in the southern mountains of Runan Commandery. He had spent years running through the mountains, fighting wild beasts, running at great speed, his body flexible and agile.

His excellent physique and the intelligence from his previous life gave John Lewis the capital to survive. Unlike others, he was not in despair, but patiently waiting for a chance to escape.

Just then, chaos suddenly erupted ahead. Someone shouted, “There’s an army ahead—it’s the Yellow Turbans!”

John Lewis saw it too. About a mile ahead, a dense army suddenly appeared, numbering ten or twenty thousand, with weapons like a forest and banners like clouds. Under a large red flag, rows of soldiers stood menacingly, with thousands of archers at the front.

Thousands of crossbows were coldly aimed at them, terrifying the conscripted peasants into screaming and turning to flee. At that moment, the drums of the Cao army’s assault thundered—“Dong! Dong! Dong!”—shaking the earth.

A thousand Cao cavalrymen forcibly drove the conscripts to attack the enemy lines. Now, instead of whips, they used swords and spears, killing groups of fleeing peasants on the spot.

Ahead was the threat of death, behind was bloody slaughter—the wails before death, severed heads, piles of corpses, blood splattering everywhere, severed limbs flying. Thousands of conscripts, driven by death, charged desperately at the Yellow Turban army, their cries of battle echoing across the fields.

The army ahead was the main force of the Runan Yellow Turbans, twelve thousand strong, led by General Samuel Grant. He was ordered by Brian Lewis to support Abraham Lewis’s army, but unexpectedly encountered a Cao army ambush on the way.

“General Grant, why are all these rabble attacking?” a deputy general asked with a frown.

“These are conscripted peasants sent to die. The real Cao army is behind them.”

Samuel Grant sneered coldly and shouted, “Archers, ready!”

Thousands of bows were raised in unison, cold arrowheads aimed at the surging mass of conscripts...

John Lewis, caught among the conscripts, darted diagonally toward the northeast. He had already spotted a patch of forest in that direction and immediately realized that was his path to survival...

John Lewis kept dodging and weaving through the crowd, gradually moving to the edge of the army, but he could go no further—a squad of Cao cavalry blocked his escape north...

At that moment, the Yellow Turban army unleashed a volley of arrows. The dense arrows swarmed like locusts, and in an instant, screams filled the air as swathes of conscripts were shot down. With no armor, they stood no chance against the enemy’s archery.

Thousands of conscripts were thrown into chaos, their cries shaking the sky. They had nowhere to run, surrounded by Cao cavalry forcing them to charge, and any who retreated were mercilessly slaughtered.

In the chaos, John Lewis was knocked to the ground. Just then, he suddenly sensed something—the earth was trembling.

He jerked his head around, eyes fixed on the distance. In the west, a gray haze filled the sky, dust blocking out the sun, the setting sun turning blood red. In the distance, an endless horde of cavalry appeared.

Soon, the ground shook even more violently. The thunderous sound of hooves rose from the northwest, and a black mass of cavalry swept in like a tide. The conscripts screamed in terror, “Cavalry!”

More than half of the thousands of conscripts were already dead or wounded. Their task was done—they had disrupted the Yellow Turban archers’ formation. The thousand Cao cavalrymen in charge of escorting them abandoned them and were the first to charge into the archers’ ranks.