A Type 38 rifle from the modern age roared like thunder atop the walls of Fengyang in the late Yuan dynasty! Chen Feng, a mechanical engineering prodigy, transmigrated into a world in chaos. While Zhu Yuanzhang was still chopping wood at Huangjue Temple, Chen Feng was already sweeping through bandits with a semi-automatic rifle. He handed out gunpowder recipes like candy and transformed the army of impoverished peasants with modern military tactics. When Chen Feng shot dead Zhang Shicheng's vanguard commander, a hundred-man slayer, with a Type 92 pistol, Zhu Chongba was so shocked he dropped his coarse porcelain bowl. "A god of slaughter has descended from heaven!"
From an ordinary soldier in Haozhou to commander of the Northern Expedition, Chen Feng used ballistics to rewrite the rules of warfare in the age of cold weapons. The day Xiangyang cannons blasted open the gates of Yingtian, he slung an arm around Lan Yu's shoulder and sneered, "The virgins beneath the imperial city walls are mine, General." As volleys of arrows filled the sky at the Battle of Longwan, he shouldered a Maxim gun with one arm and sighed at Tuo Tuo's hundred thousand troops, "Your bows have just enough range to light my cigarette."
The dragon throne in the Forbidden City too hot to handle? Chen Feng simply welded bulletproof glass onto the Hall of Supreme Harmony. While the Persian dancers Lan Yu brought back from the northern campaign were still rubbing their legs, the surrender petitions of Chen Youliang's surviving heirs were already piled high on the imperial desk. When Xu Da knelt and presented him with The Illustrated Gazetteer of the Maritime Kingdoms, the founding marquis of war suddenly realized that he would never be able to guess the meaning behind that subtle smile in his strategist's eyes.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.