Transmigrating to the Republic of China to Build a New Army

[Warlords] [New Army] [System] [No mindless power fantasy]

The late Qing was a dark era, full of heartbreak and hardship. To the north, Tsarist Russia watched hungrily. To the east, the Japanese marauders were poised to strike. The Western powers clung to the Chinese people like leeches, sucking them dry.

The imperial court was corrupt, bandits ran rampant, and the nation was in turmoil. The people had been ground down until they were numb.

Farmers had no decent clothes to wear, while the Paramount Ballroom glittered with song and dance.

This country was sick, and it needed major surgery to live again.

And I was the scalpel that would cut out its tumors.