Império Ming: Atributos Celestiais, Eu Mato Inimigos e Coleto Imortalidade

The twentieth year of the Hongwu reign, May.
Daning Prefecture.
A dark forest clearing.

Over one hundred soldiers clad in red armor, armed with battle knives and long spears, spread out cautiously, advancing deeper into the woods.

“Stay alert.”
“Veterans in front, rookies behind.”
“These bandits are no ordinary foes.”

The company commander, armored and gripping his battle knife, spoke in a grave tone from the center.

“Yes, sir.”
The soldiers responded in unison.

The veterans led with blades drawn.
The rookies followed with bows and arrows.

“Zhu Ying,” an experienced soldier kindly advised a young recruit, “there’s always a first time for everything. When you see a bandit, don’t hesitate—aim for the head and shoot. One kill equals one military merit.”

“Don’t worry, Old Zhang,” the young recruit replied confidently, though his youthful face, barely fourteen or fifteen, bore a faintly delicate, scholarly appearance. His composure betrayed a hint of tension beneath.

This was his first campaign after less than two months in service.

Though the Ming Empire’s laws were strict, especially against bandits and evildoers, the vastness of the empire made crime inevitable. Outlaws were everywhere.

“Damn it,” Zhu Ying cursed inwardly as he sensed the grim, murderous aura emanating from the forest.

Joining the military was never his choice—he had been tricked into it.

In the present era of the Hongwu reign, military service was hereditary, reserved for those reg