Transmigration: The Clan Chief Leads You to Nobility and High Office

A thunderbolt struck down, and when Zhao Xu, a top modern engineering student, opened his eyes, he had been cast into Jing, a kingdom ravaged by famine and war. He had become one of the Zhao clan members fleeing their home. Ahead, government troops lay in ambush, demanding bribes as arrows rained down. Behind them, bandits burned, killed, and looted without restraint. The clan leader was near death with several arrows in him. His mother had died of hunger and cold. Some clan members had been sold into slavery, while others had been forced to become bandits. The Zhao clan had reached the end of its rope. With nowhere left to turn, Zhao Xu turned his modern knowledge of mechanics and chemistry into a way to survive. He fortified the manor with traps, then combined saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal to make gunpowder, packing it into the ends of arrows. As dust clouds outside the city swept in with the heavily armored cavalry, countless arrows suddenly shot from the manor. After Zhao Xu modified them, these seemingly feeble arrows became deadly weapons on the battlefield. Warhorses fell with anguished cries, and the armored cavalry were flung away by the blast. Before the surviving riders could get back up, traps already triggered on both sides roared to life. Boulders weighing hundreds of pounds came crashing down, and blood mist instantly stained the earth red. "Yah!" Zhao Xu rode out, a newly made firearm tucked at his waist. He bent down to examine the scattered armor. Its familiar family crest brought memories from several months ago flooding back. "Could it be her?" Zhao Xu stared pensively at the dead armored cavalryman lying on the ground. Behind him, Zhao He glanced at the armor and said, "Armor this fine couldn't possibly have been made by the court. It looks like the powerful families in the city are finally preparing to make a move against us."