My own father says I'm a remnant of the previous dynasty and does everything he can to hunt me down!
Fine, then. You had the chance to be my father, but you wouldn't take it, huh?
Zhao Yang kicks open his coffin, takes up a broken sword, and heads west to his fief.
Before long, Zhao Yang crushes Xiliang and pushes his territory all the way into Europe.
Not long after that, Zhao Yang conquers Outer Mongolia, reaching the sea in the north.
Soon after, Zhao Yang takes all the lands surrounding the Great Yan Empire...
And then, before long, Zhao Yang's million-strong army arrives before the imperial capital of Shendu, carrying guns, shouldering cannons, and driving massive tanks!
A figure in an imperial dragon robe staggers out, wailing at the top of his lungs: “My dear son, stop the attack! Your father was wrong!”
“Give the empire back to me. Once I'm dead, it'll all be yours!!!”
Not bad, a bit interesting. Come on, author.
Well written, keep up the good work
Very nice book