Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

Lush, verdant woods, rustling sounds, birdsong and insect chirping, and scorching sun.

Zhao Sheng stood in the shade, looking up at the endless forest with no roads, the ground covered in tender green grass. "This is the world of dragons and snakes. I wonder where I am right now?"

He looked away and randomly chose a spot to leave, hoping to find a way out before it got dark, as wild beasts would be active at night and the forest would be extremely dangerous.

Even though he practiced martial arts and had an extraordinary physique, he was still just a slightly larger piece of meat in front of wild beasts.

Zhao Sheng traveled along the way, drinking from mountain streams when thirsty and eating wild game like pheasants when hungry. He finally emerged from the forest at dusk, his clothes torn and tattered.

"Not bad, you're the fastest among these new recruits." As he walked out of the forest, several officers approached him, their uniforms different from those of the Chinese military.

They weren't speaking Chinese, but he could understand their meaning; it was probably the language ability granted by his transmigrating cheat code.

Zhao Sheng saw several officers approaching and remained silent. He noticed the armed guards following behind them, and his palms sweated as his heart pounded like a drum.

If he were discovered to be someone who wasn't being assessed, he would be met with a hail of bullets. He had just escaped one danger only to fall into another. He wanted to fight, but after glancing at the armed guards, he ultimately gave up the idea.

If we are discovered, it won't be too late to kidnap the leading officer and leave.

"What's your name?" The leading officer sized up the robust Zhao Sheng in front of him, his heart filled with liking, unaware of the murderous intent and madness in the latter's eyes.

"Zhao Sheng," Zhao Sheng said. His words were translated into Thai by the golden finger. He put his hands behind his back, his five fingers forming claws. He was ready to strike first if things went wrong. As long as he could control the leading officer, there would be a glimmer of hope.

"Zhao Sheng? Check if his name is on the list. I want him," the leading officer said.

Upon hearing this, the officer behind him checked the list.

Zhao Sheng lowered his eyelids and relaxed his whole body, but once he suddenly erupted, it was with the force of a thunderbolt, and his muscles and bones were already subtly gathering strength.

"General, we couldn't find his name." As soon as the officer finished speaking, Zhao Sheng's pupils narrowed, and he raised his arms to take the leading officer hostage. Before he could make a move, the officer continued, "They might have missed him when registering names."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the tense atmosphere dissipated.

The general nodded, his eyes scanning Zhao Sheng with increasing satisfaction, but a strange glint flickered in his eyes. "Hmm, then register his name, and then take him to collect his clothes and gun."

"Thank you, General." Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed as he cupped his hands in greeting, thinking to himself, "He seems to be a general from some country."

This caught their attention. The general looked at the calluses on his knuckles with a slightly surprised expression. "You're quite the fighter. Not bad. From now on, you'll be my personal guard."

In Southeast Asia, boxers hold a certain status. He keeps his distance from boxers, even though he commands an army. He is afraid of offending boxers and getting killed if he is not careful.

Among these new recruits are boxers, whom he has brought to his side as personal guards to protect his safety. After all, as long as he lives, military power will always belong to his family, and once he has trained an heir, everything will be foolproof.

The officer beside him nodded and led Zhao Sheng away.

"General, I feel his background is quite suspicious. I didn't see him when I was registering those new recruits," another officer said quietly to the general as he watched Zhao Sheng leave.

"I know." The general nodded and continued, "Keeping him around is just to resolve the issues with those martial arts schools. Once this is over, we'll send him to meet his maker with a bullet."

No one who can become a warlord or general is a fool. If a boxer suddenly joins the ranks of new recruits, he will definitely take it very seriously, regardless of the other party's purpose.

But since he's here, he'll definitely assign him tasks, help him clear out some tough nuts to crack, and then, once the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked, the birds are all gone, and the good bow is put away.

A qualified general would certainly aim to maximize benefits rather than simply offering the enemy a peanut.

the other side.

"Take good care of your surroundings and don't wander around." The officer led Zhao Sheng to his clothes and gun, arranged his accommodation, gave him some instructions, and then left.

Zhao Sheng nodded. After the officer left, he glanced around and saw that the room had ten beds. The environment was poor, and he could faintly smell the scent of pomegranate blossoms, which was probably the scent of someone's essence.

"I'm unfamiliar with this place, so joining this warlord's group might be a good way to learn more," Zhao Sheng thought to himself. He knew too little information to determine where he was.

But he's definitely not in China. The Dragon and Snake World era is from the early 2000s, and there are no warlords in China then, so it's best to wait until those newcomers come out and then ask them.

[World Travel (0%), Current World: Dragon and Serpent World]

Zhao Sheng glanced at the panel and turned it off. He found a relatively clean bed and sat down. The beds were all made up in advance, and there were enough personal belongings placed next to the beds.

After a long wait.

Zhao Sheng heard footsteps outside the door, looked up, and saw some young people walk in, chatting and laughing.

"You're the new guy the boss was talking about, right? Come over here and let me see you. You're pretty handsome with fair skin. I wonder what it's like to do it with you." A young man grinned lewdly.

The young men around him had mocking expressions on their faces. They knew that Manlin was into homosexuality and often went to the recruit camp. If he took a liking to a woman, she was sure to be in trouble.

The young man in the lead had a calm gaze and a mature, composed demeanor. His hands and feet were wrapped in gauze. "Same as always, don't cripple him. It'll be hard to explain to the general later."

"We understand, boss." Manlin chuckled wickedly, his eyes fixed on Zhao Sheng sitting on the bed, his heart fluttering. He quickly walked towards him, "Beauty, I'm here."

Seeing the commotion, the young people looked on with amusement, wanting to see how the newcomers would be ruined by Manlin, just as some newcomers in previous years had been ruined by Manlin as well.

Zhao Sheng frowned. He didn't want to cause trouble, but seeing Manlin's lewd grin, he stood up, grabbed Manlin's head with his big hand, and then kicked Manlin's knees with a crack.

"Ah!!" Manlin screamed, cold sweat beading on his forehead from the pain, but Zhao Sheng ignored his cries and kicked him to the feet of the youths, where he continued to scream.

Their faces turned deathly pale, except for the young man in the lead, who remained calm and looked at Zhao Sheng, asking, "Are you a boxer?"

Zhao Sheng didn't answer. Since he had already started, he might as well finish them off and subdue them all before asking about the situation. He stepped forward, his imposing aura overwhelming.

The young man in the lead looked displeased and threw a punch, wanting to teach the newcomer a lesson and let him know that even boxers must abide by their rules here.

boom!

Zhao Sheng punched him in the stomach, causing him to curl up on the ground in pain. The young men were terrified, their faces turning pale. Even their leader was no match for him, and it seemed they wouldn't escape a beating either.

bang bang bang! ! !

Zhao Sheng beat all the youths so badly that they collapsed to the ground. The others were just in pain, but Manlin had his limbs broken and was screaming like a dead dog.

Zhao Sheng casually grabbed a young man's hair. "What's the situation outside? Has the general assigned any missions recently?"

He didn't ask where he was, but instead tried to deduce the location by asking some indirect questions, as asking directly would make him seem like a spy.

"Manchester City... there's not much going on in Manchester City lately, but the Thai King is planning to reduce the general's military power. The general is preparing to have the current Thai King abdicate and install a compliant person in his place."

"Manchester City? The King of Thailand? It seems I'm in the Thai capital now." Zhao Sheng released his grip, his eyes darkening slightly, and sat back down on the bed. "I need to find a chance to leave as soon as possible. Since that general can suppress the King of Thailand, he's no ordinary person. He probably already suspects me."

"But since he didn't kill me right away, there must be something he needs me to do, and it must be something that's very difficult for him." His eyes flickered strangely.