Traveling Through the Ming Dynasty, I Can Actually See Luck

Guangningwei, Liaodong, in the 15th year of Chongzhen When Li Xiuyuan woke up, a Tatar scimitar was slashing at his neck. He was a modern border guard officer who sacrificed his life to save his comrades. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty. Possessed by a remnant of the army who is about to die, there are only beacon fires and iron hooves all over the city. Just when he was killing the first enemy, he saw - there was a ball of air above each person's head. The soldiers are gray, the generals are red, and the king is pure gold. That is the "luck" that determines a person's life span. Killing enemies can capture Qi, governing the world can gather Qi, and building a country can bring fortune to the dynasty. From that day on, he stepped on the bones of the enemy, from hundreds of households to guerrillas, from the general soldier to the princes, from the lonely city in Liaodong to the common leader of the world. Zhao Xinci, a noble lady of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, chased him for three days and three nights on the snowy field, saying: "Next time we meet, I will not hold back." Fang Yixi, an orphan from the general family, took care of his rear and never married: "It's enough to stand behind you." Du Yanting, a female general from the border area, entrusted her with her life: "You picked up my life, so I will give it to you." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.