Great Han: From the Start, I Fuse a Max-Level Commander and Sweep the World

Qin Yu took the snow-soaked edict exiling him. Behind him lay the dreamlike splendor of the imperial capital; ahead waited the blood-soaked northern frontier.

At that moment, the Supreme Empire System officially loaded.

He fused with Bai Qi's template and gained max-level command skills.

Reward: three thousand Yan Cloud Eighteen Cavalry and five thousand Death Squad soldiers from the Trapped Camp.

While the court officials were still calculating how many days this disgraced prince would survive, Qin Yu had already built a ten-thousand-strong monument of skulls on the northern border.

Warhorses roared as black iron hooves crushed the nomads' last hope.

Gao Shun's faceplate glinted coldly in the firelight. The thunder of the red-clothed cannons reduced the knights of Western civilization to helpless rabble.

Qin Zheng stared at the urgent report, his fingers gripping the dragon throne. It wasn't anger he felt, but terror.

When he knelt in the swirling snow and begged Qin Yu to return to the capital and take the throne, the Han Empire's invincible iron fleet had already planted its banners across the globe.

A painted landscape, the four seas united.

From the barren Yan Province to the summit of an empire on which the sun never sets, Qin Yu needed only one spear.

Those who follow me prosper. Those who defy me will be reduced to ashes.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.