Chronicles of the Warring States' Thunder

Brothers who've been recommended this book, this one is anti-CCP, anti-DPP, promotes regional division, portrays the West as inherently superior to the East, and even claims the Japanese are better than the Chinese, among many other problems. I, the King of Red Poop, am clearly telling new readers that this recommendation is garbage. It's a history book from several years ago that's still keeping me hooked. #(Vomit)#(vomit)#(vomit)

This ridiculous novel is back again #(vomit), and Hedgehog Cat is also a 🗡️b, right? A bunch of edited...

How come this ridiculous book is recommended again?

This author was probably quite "ambitious," perhaps inspired by the stories of time travelers traversing the seas at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and then became envious, determined to recreate them. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong stage; the turbulent years of the late Warring States period were turned into a poorly constructed, flawed production. The author seems to believe that "creation" is simply manipulating history at will. Thus, machine guns and cannons, things spanning millennia, are conjured up out of thin air and placed on the land of the Warring States period. That's fine, it's fiction after all. However, he deliberately erodes the intelligence of the Qin people, portraying them as a group of wooden figures who only know how to conscript peasant soldiers and fight mindless battles. This is not creation, but "deception" and "fooling." The intellectual ferment and vibrant spirit of the Warring States period, the echoes of the Hundred Schools of Thought, still resonate today—far superior to the stagnant and corrupt state of affairs at the end of the Ming Dynasty. The author's approach is akin to forcing Guan Yu to fight Qin Qiong, and then forcing Guan Yu to bind his own hands and feet. This is not merely ignorance, but a desecration of the wisdom of our ancestors. He has staged a "great man drama" on paper, while turning real historical figures into ugly puppets at his beck and call. The most repulsive part of the book is its abrupt interruption of the unification process of "standardizing writing and cart axles." This unification was a path to survival paved with the bones of countless generations, a glimmer of light washed away by the torrent of history. Yet, the author, for the sake of his own shady dream of a "colonial empire," with a single stroke, plunges the land back into a long, dark night of division, while preserving the rotten, stinking feudal aristocratic system. What kind of heart does he possess? I can clearly see that the "British Empire" path you mentioned is the lifeblood of this book. However, this is nothing but parroting others, and picking up the dirtiest dregs at that. Great Britain's rise to power was stained with the blood of the slave trade, a truly shameful chapter in human history. Our author, however, seems to have found the slave trade unsatisfying, even going so far as to have the time traveler use advanced firearms to coerce his own people—those displaced people who have lost their land—to go to sea and engage in that trade and plunder. This can't just be called "thick-skinned and black-hearted"; it's practically immersing one's heart in a vat of swill, yet believing one has discovered the secret to "governing the world and benefiting the people." Even if we concede the worst, the colonial logic presented in the book is a utterly absurd mess. Instead of developing the fertile lands of the Central Plains, they drove their compatriots to establish colonies on what was then still barren coastlines. To maintain these castles in the air, they resorted to increasingly plundering people from the Central Plains, completely disregarding the perilous nature of seafaring in the age of sail. This was not a grand colonial undertaking, but a massive waste of manpower and resources, a continuous sacrifice in the name of "exploration." And all this evil was covered up by the tattered banner of "the free world against dictators." This fig leaf is so thin that we can see right through it and witness the shameless face of the colonizers. The author's ability to portray this face so vividly is truly a remarkable achievement.

Isn't this Liu Lu?

Let's see who clings to illusions when the kill line is unclear.

Why don't you die with Donut (Wang Weiheng)?

Damn. Many thanks to all the Shennongs who bravely tasted hundreds of herbs. I am deeply grateful, and will certainly follow the example of these sages in the future. I'm outta here now.

This author was probably quite "ambitious," perhaps inspired by the stories of time travelers traversing the seas at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and then became envious, determined to recreate them. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong stage; the turbulent years of the late Warring States period were turned into a poorly constructed, flawed production. The author seems to believe that "creation" is simply manipulating history at will. Thus, machine guns and cannons, things spanning millennia, are conjured up out of thin air and placed on the land of the Warring States period. That's fine, it's fiction after all. However, he deliberately erodes the intelligence of the Qin people, portraying them as a group of wooden figures who only know how to conscript peasant soldiers and fight mindless battles. This is not creation, but "deception" and "fooling." The intellectual ferment and vibrant spirit of the Warring States period, the echoes of the Hundred Schools of Thought, still resonate today—far superior to the stagnant and corrupt state of affairs at the end of the Ming Dynasty. The author's approach is akin to forcing Guan Yu to fight Qin Qiong, and then forcing Guan Yu to bind his own hands and feet. This is not merely ignorance, but a desecration of the wisdom of our ancestors. He has staged a "great man drama" on paper, while turning real historical figures into ugly puppets at his beck and call. The most repulsive part of the book is its abrupt interruption of the unification process of "standardizing writing and cart axles." This unification was a path to survival paved with the bones of countless generations, a glimmer of light washed away by the torrent of history. Yet, the author, for the sake of his own shady dream of a "colonial empire," with a single stroke, plunges the land back into a long, dark night of division, while preserving the rotten, stinking feudal aristocratic system. What kind of heart does he possess? I can clearly see that the "British Empire" is the lifeblood of this book. However, this is nothing more than parroting others, and picking up the dirtiest dregs at that. Britain's rise to power was stained with the blood of the slave trade, a truly shameful chapter in human history. Our author, however, seems to find the slave trade unsatisfying, and instead has the time traveler use advanced firearms to coerce his own people—those displaced people who have lost their land—to go to sea and engage in that trade and plunder. This can't just be called "thick-skinned and black-hearted"; it's practically immersing one's heart in a vat of swill, yet believing one has found the secret to "governing the world and benefiting the people." Even if we concede the worst, the colonial logic presented in the book is a utterly absurd mess. Instead of developing the fertile lands of the Central Plains, they drove their compatriots to establish colonies on what was then still barren coastlines. To maintain these castles in the air, they resorted to increasingly plundering people from the Central Plains, completely disregarding the perilous nature of seafaring in the age of sail. This was not a grand colonial undertaking, but a massive waste of manpower and resources, a continuous sacrifice in the name of "exploration." And all this evil was covered up by the tattered banner of "the free world against dictators." This fig leaf is so thin that we can see right through it and witness the shameless face of the colonizers. The author's ability to portray this face so vividly is truly a remarkable achievement. Ultimately, these time travelers with cheat codes brought neither advanced ideas nor effective solutions for liberating productive forces. All they brought were more efficient killing weapons; all they created was a divided homeland and endless turmoil. They were like termites of history, their sole mission to erode the backbone of unification and construct a miniature, blood-soaked model of a colonial empire before Christ. The British colonial empire has long been swept into the dustbin of history, and the debate over the superiority of "river civilization" versus "maritime civilization" is rarely mentioned anymore. Yet our author insists on scavenging this most repulsive piece from the garbage, holding it up as if it were the gold standard. What utterly stubborn ignorance! He thinks he's painting a grand blueprint, but little does he know he's merely depicting a shattered imperial dream, and a clumsy one at that, filled with the ridiculousness of a poor imitation. His pen is cold, and his heart is probably cold as well. This coldness is not a clear-headed indifference, but rather an indifference to the suffering of his compatriots and a blindness to the general trend of history. Reading such words only evokes a chilling and nauseating feeling.