Republic-Era Zombies? I'll Call in the Motherland's Firepower to Lay Them to Rest

After transmigrating to the Republic of China era, Chen Mo thought golden riches and qipaos awaited him. Instead, he had barely stepped outside before bandits and zombies chased him to the brink of death. What the hell? This version of the Republic of China was a nightmarish, twisted hellscape! While other transmigrators were still busily training in Maoshan Daoist magic, Chen Mo had already made the best choice possible from the start: pick up the phone and hand himself and the transmigration portal over to the government. “Hello? Is this the chief? I’ve got a project here that needs a little support...” The next day, a fully equipped battalion rolled into his rental apartment. Use Daoist magic to catch ghosts? Times have changed! This Daoist is calling down the Five Thunders with a rocket barrage! Use talismans to subdue corpses? Think bigger! How about trying this blessed depleted-uranium armor-piercing round? When the invincible Zombie King, impervious to blades and bullets, roared as it charged toward their position, Chen Mo calmly pressed the radio button. “Chief, the target is in range. Requesting ‘salvation.’” The next second, artillery rained down, scouring the ground three feet deep. A physical exorcism. Chen Mo had only one thought: “Having the motherland at your back while sweeping through a chaotic world? It feels so damn good!”