The Strategist for the Chieftain

While excavating in the desert, I touched a bronze mirror engraved with patterns of the Qimen Dunjia. A blinding flash later, I found myself transported through time. Upon landing, I was captured by hunters of the Karu tribe as an invader, bound in a prison cart, and dragged back to their camp. With a blade at my neck and about to be beheaded, I instinctively cried out for help in Chinese. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Strategist for the Chieftain — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠