The King of Soldiers Makes Nuclear Peace with His Bare Hands at the End of the Ming
My name is Qin Ziying, the King of Soldiers and a weapons fanatic from twenty-first-century China. After transmigrating to the end of the Ming Dynasty, I find myself a dying foot soldier. Starving refugees eat their own children, border troops are skin and bones, and Chongzhen is still demanding military funds and having people killed. In a fit of rage, I head deep into the mountains. Give me three months, and I'll build a standardized flintlock production line with my bare hands!
Just as I've trained the first modern firearms battalion and am preparing to sweep through this chaotic age, the Embroidered Uniform Guard rushes to me from the capital in the dead of night with a panicked report:
“His Majesty is surrounded by the rebel king at Coal Hill! The situation is dire. Please hurry and save him!”
I sneer and heft my self-designed Nuclear Peace Type One rifle. “Tell Chongzhen I've got a new Son of Heaven here who wants a word with him.”
