Nine Thousand Years of Life: From the Start, Emperor Shi Huang Asked Me for Help

During a joint military exercise involving seven nations, broadcast live around the world, the satellite feed was hacked.

Staring at the middle-aged man on screen, clad in a black-and-gold dragon robe, the commander-in-chief frowned. "Who are you?"

"The Great Qin, Ying Zheng," the man replied coldly. "I have gone more than four hundred years without seeing a single reinforcement. What are you younger generations doing? Are you really going to let the aliens break through the stellar defenses?"

"Reinforcements?" Everyone looked baffled. "What reinforcements?"

The man did not answer. The projection shifted, revealing tens of millions of lonely graves in the starry expanse behind him, and farther still... a bloody battlefield stretching across the endless stars.

"Gasp!" Everyone sucked in a breath and instinctively asked, "What is this...?"

"The Thirteenth Battlefield, three thousand parsecs beyond the Milky Way's spiral arm. At present, I can hold them off for another seven hundred years."

After saying this, the middle-aged man glanced disdainfully at the planes and warships in the exercise, then added in a tone of exasperation: "If you have no solution, you can ask for help..."

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