History+Imagination+Farming+Humanity
The smell of blood and rust in Huaishuo Town has not yet dissipated, and Gao Huan's modern memory has awakened in the body of Gao Huan, a garrison soldier in the Northern Wei Dynasty. In troubled times, people die of hunger, yet they are soft and iron-hoofed. He was forced to use gunpowder and stirrups to knock on the door of hell, spread lime in the mass graves in the Heyin Incident to save people, and danced the dance of intrigue on the tip of Yu Er Zhurong's knife.
The real nightmare began at the Hanling battlefield. When the remnant army of his old enemy Yu Wentai left behind a blackened gunpowder can, Gao Huan was shocked to realize that this black otter from the west border had also gained access to the forbidden knowledge of the travelers! In the era of two-day sky, the Mang Mountain fire and rain destroyed his siege cannon, the Jade Wall plague gave birth to the shaman oracle, and Erzhu Yunhuang, who blocked the poisonous arrow for him, shed tears on his deathbed to reveal the truth of reincarnation - the priestess who manipulated chemical miracles was just another speck of dust in the turbulent flow of time and space.
After ten years of conquest, Talas' gunpowder cavalry crushed the Western Regions, and Jiankang City's hot-air balloons flattened the south of the Yangtze River. When the power of the Jiuding King was in his hands, Gao Huan let go of Lou Zhaojun and said goodbye to his son at the crossing of the Yellow River. He personally handed over the empire to the violent son, allowing the powerful ministers to bite the prematurely aged beast, while he faked his own death and escaped into the fishing village of Liuqiu.
Until one evening, the sound of children's play floated in the sea breeze. The ballads dancing on the gravel are mixed with Li Bai's "Water of the Yellow River" and Jacky Cheung's "Kiss the Streets Goodbye" - those notes that should have been born a thousand years later are now gnawing at the remains of historical monuments that he exchanged for mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Will civilization eventually travel through time and space?
Or has the Demon King never escaped from his fateful prison?
