Chapter 40

I haven't even had a fight with Ghost Foot Seven yet!

Lin Sha suddenly woke up from a nightmare, sitting up in bed with a start.

Damn, dreaming about the experiences in the world of the Wong Fei-hung movies again!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Glancing back at the pitch-black surroundings, the slivers of white light seeping through the gaps in the windows and doors told him it was already morning.

He touched his bald forehead and the ugly, palm-sized 'money rat tail' at the back of his head, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Just a moment ago, he was still in the late Qing Dynasty, fighting alongside his cheap master Wong Fei-hung. Now, in the blink of an eye, he had been transported to the early Qing Dynasty, still with an ugly bald head and an even uglier small braid.

That's right, he had already been in the early Qing Dynasty for three whole days!

In three days, he had become familiar with his surroundings and understood his identity in this world.

He was still called Lin Sha, saving him the trouble of getting used to a new name.

He was eighteen years old, originally from Liaodong, and was a sixth-rank battalion commander, in charge of a battalion of over a hundred supply troops. He was a minor but significant figure, at least not worrying about food and clothing.

These things were fine, and he didn't have much aversion to working for the government, as long as it didn't go against his principles. Of course, it would be best not to always kneel like a slave.

The key issue was that he was now in the heart of Yunnan, part of the Green Standard Army system, with his supply battalion stationed in a small town outside the provincial capital, Kunming. His ultimate superior was none other than the great traitor Wu Sangui, the Prince of Pingxi!

This was a very awkward reality; he hadn't expected to accidentally become a subordinate of the great traitor Wu Sangui!

At this time, Old Wu was still at the height of his power, the supreme warlord who controlled the military, political, and financial power in the southwest, a sweet potato that the court had to repeatedly flatter and court.

One could say that this was the most glorious period for the Three Feudatories!

The young emperor Kangxi, who had just ascended the throne seven years ago, was still a fifteen-year-old young man full of vigor.

At this time, Ao Bai, the 'First Warrior of Manchuria,' wielded immense power and was invincible, and the young emperor was locked in a fierce struggle with the powerful ministers, with no time or energy to deal with the external feudatories like Wu Sangui.

The major news he could gather was just that. More detailed and in-depth intelligence couldn't be obtained in a short time, nor was it something a small battalion commander like him should know.

With this much information, it was enough to know that Wu Sangui wouldn't be forced to rebel before Ao Bai fell, and he still had many years of peaceful life ahead.

The only thing he didn't know was whether this was the real historical world or some strange parallel universe?

...

With these random thoughts in his head, he slowly turned over in bed, stretched a long yawn, and walked to the tightly closed door. He pulled the bolt and pushed open the two old wooden doors with a creak, and a fresh breeze and the faint light of dawn greeted him.

"Ah, that's refreshing!"

He shivered, his muddled mind instantly cleared, and he stepped over the threshold, feeling refreshed as he walked out.

"Hey, it's Commander Lin! Why are you up so early?"

As he walked into the small courtyard in front of the main hall, he startled two guards who were dozing in the corner of the corridor. They rubbed their eyes, saw it was Lin Sha, and yawned, greeting him casually.

"Isn't there morning drill in the camp?"

Lin Sha didn't stop, his brows slightly furrowed, and he started his warm-up exercises, twisting and turning his body. He asked in confusion.

Weren't Wu Sangui's troops supposed to be elite? Why were they like this?

"Morning drill?"

The two guards, still yawning, stood up with their hats askew and clothes disheveled, looking at each other with surprise and ridicule in their eyes. One of them asked bluntly:

"Doesn't the Commander know the rules of our army?"

"What rules?"

Lin Sha stood in the center of the courtyard, sinking his body and lowering his waist into a standard horse stance, his body rising and falling as if he were riding a galloping horse.

"The army rules: drill every three days, practice every five days!"

The two guards walked around Lin Sha with curiosity, showing no respect for a superior officer. One of them even sneered, "For logistics and supply troops like us, drilling every five days and practicing every ten days is already quite good. Does the Commander want to change the rules? I'm afraid the men won't agree!"

Lin Sha was speechless!

He hadn't fully adapted to the role of Commander Lin, so he didn't react much to the guards' ridicule.

In the world of the Wong Fei-hung movies, he had Porky Rong, who often gave him a loud-voiced baptism. A little ridicule from the guards was nothing.

He just lamented that the original owner of this body was such a useless commander!

Through the memories of the original body, he learned that the original owner was a second-generation military man. His father was an old hand who had fought with Wu Sangui in Liaodong and later rose to the rank of a brigade commander in Yunnan, a minor but powerful figure in Wu's inner circle.

Unfortunately, he had just died of illness recently, leaving a tear-jerking last letter to Wu Sangui before his death. The letter first recounted the glorious years of fighting alongside Wu Sangui, then expressed deep gratitude and loyalty, and finally requested a position and status for his only son, Lin Sha.

Lin Sha didn't know how Wu Sangui reacted to the letter, but from the original owner's memory, he knew that as soon as the cheap old man died, Wu Sangui's rewards and appointments came immediately, and the original owner was promoted from a commoner to a sixth-rank battalion commander in the supply battalion.

He had been in office for less than a month when he fell ill due to the 'hardship' of military life, and Lin Sha took advantage of the situation, taking over the identity of a minor battalion commander under the Prince of Pingxi.

To say the original owner was a wimp, he was born into a military family but was timid and weak, with no talent in either literature or martial arts, a typical good-for-nothing.

Fortunately, he hadn't picked up the vices of ordinary rich kids, such as drinking, whoring, and gambling. However, his flabby body made Lin Sha feel very uncomfortable. He couldn't even hold the horse stance for long before he was panting and sweating, and had to give up in frustration.

If the original owner were still here, he would definitely grab him by the neck and shake him, roaring like a character in a web novel: "You just eat and sleep all day, don't you?"

"I thought this young master had changed his ways and was getting up early to strengthen his body and become more vigorous. But it turns out he's still the same old useless lump of mud!" The two guards, squatting on the steps in front of the eaves, looked at Lin Sha with disdain.

"Heh, a dog can't change its nature!"

The younger guard spoke harshly, with no intention of hiding his contempt, and laughed loudly, "If it weren't for being born into a good family, how could he have such a glorious position today? Why would we brothers have to guard the door and the courtyard for him?"

The other guard quickly agreed, "That's right. If he were from an ordinary family, he would have starved to death long ago!"