Começo em Yanggu como Capitão em Water Margin
“Vá derrotar aquele tigre de olhos pendentes e testa branca que matou inúmeras pessoas no monte Jingyang!” “Quem? Eu?” “Você é o chefe, se não for você, quem será?” Isso não era tarefa do Wu Song? Como acabou sendo minha?
Começo em Yanggu como Capitão em Water Margin
“Captain Su, hurry up and go. The magistrate is about to lose his temper again.”
Before him stood a man, his face full of anxiety. He wore a black official robe, a red scarf tied around his chest, a bamboo hat from Fanyang on his head, and a short waist knife hanging from his belt.
Su Wu was momentarily stunned. He glanced around and realized he was lying on a couch straight out of a period drama, inside a somewhat worn-out room furnished with a few ancient wooden pieces, nothing superfluous.
He looked down at himself and noticed his attire was very similar to the man before him. Turning his gaze to the side of the couch, he saw a waist knife resting there as well.
He was dead—no, more precisely, he had sacrificed himself. A sacrifice made in the battle against crime on the southwestern frontier, a death that was at least meaningful.
Had he traveled through time? That was uncertain, since such things belonged to stories.
Su Wu sat up, but a searing pain radiated from his rear end straight to the crown of his head, causing him to grit his teeth involuntarily. “Ah...”
The man hurried forward to support him. “Captain, take it easy. You were just beaten with the heavy baton yesterday. Though it was only ten strikes, the swelling has already begun. Fortunately, the brothers knew their limits. But if we fail to catch that big beast on Jingyang Ridge tonight, the magistrate won’t be so easy to appease tomorrow.”
Su Wu could only think, this pain in my backside is unbearable!
Oh, he remembered now.
He was the captain of
