The Last Defender of Xiangyang

Late Southern Song dynasty, Xiangyang. Outside the city, Mongol cavalry pressed in, their camps stretching for dozens of li. Inside, food supplies were running low, weapons were worn and broken, and the commanders argued endlessly. When Xiang Yunyuan woke up, he found himself the most ordinary soldier on the walls of Xiangyang. No system, no divine weapons, and no army to command. He knew military strategy and tactics, knew how to make a group of scattered soldiers fight together. But in this city, he couldn't even get anyone to listen to a single word he said. Empty names on the muster rolls, walls that looked fine but hid dangers, arrow shafts that were short by a hand's breadth when they reached the soldiers, and those who knew they couldn't hold out yet still had to defend. He could see the problems but had no authority to solve them. It wasn't until the Mongol army encircled the city and counterweight trebuchets battered the walls that true war pushed everyone to the brink of life and death. A single military order could doom hundreds of lives; one misjudgment could cause an entire section of wall to fall. And his familiar modern military experience wasn't always useful in this era of scarce food, iron, and manpower. He had to learn the rules here, understand the people here, and starting as an ignored lowly soldier, step by step fight to control his own fate. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Last Defender of Xiangyang — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠