Being an otaku in the world of American comics

Although that was what he was planning in his heart, there was still a considerable gap between reality and imagination.

Without the pressure of survival forcing him, Liang Yue only managed to persist for a few hours. By midnight, the stone house beside the official road was filled with his hearty snores.

He didn't even wake up from his sweet slumber until the next morning, roused by the neighing of the horse beside him.

With a sleepy look on his face, Liang Yue leaned against the doorway of the stone house, his hands in his pockets, yawning as he watched the endless stream of soldiers passing by on the official road not far away.

From these troops, Liang Yue could vaguely discern a chilling aura of bloodlust.

According to the information he had gathered, only a little over thirty years had passed since the establishment of the Qing Dynasty. The Kangxi Emperor, who would later be regarded by some as a great ruler of the ages, had only recently ascended the throne.

At this time, the young emperor was probably still lying low, and the power of the court was likely still in the hands of several regents.

As one of the first soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, their fighting power was indeed quite good. These hundreds of soldiers passing by on the road were clearly the elite among them.

From afar, they all looked strong and well-built, carrying with them the aura of seasoned veterans.

"Judging by the situation, could these people be rushing to the Shaolin Temple? Is it really such a coincidence?"

As soon as this thought arose, Liang Yue's heart stirred.

After considering this, Liang Yue turned around and went back into the house. He washed his face in the trough, took care of his personal hygiene, and then began to prepare breakfast for the day~

After a flurry of activity, about half an hour passed before he was full and satisfied. Then, he rode the tall horse beside him and continued on his way.

Along the way, he followed behind the soldiers at a leisurely pace, following the traces of their march on the road, neither getting too close nor worrying about losing the group.

In the middle of the journey, when it was time for a meal, Liang Yue didn't forget to stop and treat himself and his horse.

Finally, on the morning of the second day, he arrived at a small town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

At this time, a group of about four or five hundred soldiers had already gathered here and began to head towards the Shaolin Temple along the mountain road with great momentum.

Liang Yue's arrival was almost like a drop of water in the ocean for this small town, hardly noticeable.

A large number of people were gathering in the town, craning their necks to watch the marching troop, discussing it enthusiastically and chaotically.

After lodging his horse in an inn, Liang Yue mingled into the crowd, silently observing the Qing soldiers in the distance.

When all the soldiers had set off up the mountain and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, his figure had already disappeared at some unknown time!

Soon, about an hour later, after avoiding the layers of checkpoints set up by the soldiers on the mountain road, and wading through the messy branches and dead grass, Liang Yue finally arrived at the outer perimeter of the Shaolin Temple from the side of the mountain slope.

"Kill~~!!"

At this time, the soldiers' offensive against Shaolin had already begun, and the temple was filled with fierce shouts of killing.

The Qing army seemed to be adhering to their past tactics of looting and pillaging. Once they entered a gathering area, they would set fires everywhere, igniting the surrounding buildings.

Patches of fire and smoke were rising from all directions in the temple, slowly covering the nearby sky.

Liang Yue was standing at the base of the wall on the outer corner of the temple, changing into a set of Qing army uniforms that he had stripped from a checkpoint soldier on the way up the mountain.

The uniform was gray and light, of very poor quality, with almost no defensive properties.

Liang Yue was standing there awkwardly, wearing a red-topped hat and a large "Soldier" character embroidered in black on a white background on his chest, feeling uncomfortable inside and out.

"This is a knockoff!"

Pulling up the clothes for a glance, Liang Yue rolled his eyes.

Obviously, as a student who knew a bit about history, he could certainly recognize that this military uniform was definitely not genuine. The reason for this was probably related to the director's script…

However, Liang Yue at this time didn't dwell too much on these trivial details.

He flipped his sleeve, and a pickaxe instantly appeared in his palm. Then, he waved it repeatedly at the wall in front of him.

A few seconds later, a simple rectangular doorway, ninety wide and one hundred and eighty high, appeared before his eyes.

Stepping into it, Liang Yue flipped his sleeve again, and the pickaxe in his palm was instantly replaced by two standard Qing army officers' knives.

The knives looked like waist sabers, and the quality was passable. Although they felt a little light in his hand, they were quite handy to wield.

Just then, a burst of noise suddenly came from ahead.

"Huff~ Huff~ Hiss! Huff~"

Accompanied by heavy breathing and gasping, a disheveled monk quickly emerged from the corner of a Buddhist hall.

At this time, the monk looked battered and exhausted, terrified, with sweat all over his head. He had also been slashed on the shoulder, and large patches of blood had already stained his robe.

While running, he frantically looked back to see what was happening.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned the corner, he ran head-on into Liang Yue, who was wielding two knives and swinging them back and forth.

"Ah!"

Upon seeing this, the monk cried out in alarm, his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly to the ground, kicking the ground with his feet, looking at someone with a desperate expression.

Seeing this, Liang Yue couldn't help but secretly curl his lips, and doubts immediately arose in his heart about the so-called Shaolin warrior monk.

"Hmm~"

Afterward, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with the monk. He pointed his chin at the doorway opened in the wall, signaling him to get lost quickly.

The monk was stunned for a moment, but then his face lit up with surprise.

After giving Liang Yue a grateful nod, he scrambled up from the ground, covering his wound, and escaped through the small door in the wall, finding his way to freedom.

Liang Yue didn't stay in place at this time. He held the two knives in his hand and slowly walked towards the temple in the direction the monk had come from.

As a result, before a few seconds had passed, a tall, sturdy Qing soldier with a beard on his face came running from the opposite direction.

"Where is that monk?"

"I've already killed him~"

"Well done!"