A Three-Eight Rifle on My Shoulder, the Wanyan Jin Clan Reduced to Ashes

Jurchen cavalry is at the city gates.

The Zhao Dynasty once again cedes land, pays reparations, and sends women, without the slightest regard for its people's dignity.

Zhang Yuan doesn't want to rule the whole world.

He doesn't want to colonize the globe.

He doesn't want to exterminate any people.

He only wants to... break the thousand-year curse that says the people suffer when a dynasty rises, and suffer when it falls.

"Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a production line for Type 38 rifles and matching ammunition."

"Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a PP93 60 mm mortar."

"Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a Liberation truck."

Zhao Yuan isn't greedy. He only wants to hold a sickle in one hand and carry a Type 38 rifle in the other, so that in this chaotic age, when human lives are as insignificant as weeds, the people can eat their fill, afford a home, get an education, and put their talents to use.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.