I woke up as a sniper in the late Eastern Han dynasty.
Huang Laokui was a man driven to the brink by life and debt. Standing at the edge of a cliff, he failed to end his life and instead stumbled into a legend.
When he opened his eyes again, there were no skyscrapers around him, only a primeval forest filled with the roars of tigers and wolves. A mysterious weapons factory became his only lifeline. Huang Laokui died there, and Huang Batian was the one who survived.
In an age when human life was worth less than grass, he wielded weapons a thousand years ahead of their time and carried modern military knowledge in his mind:
· While the warlords still charged with cavalry, his sniper rifle could take an enemy general's head from a thousand meters away.
· While strategists were still plotting battle formations, his special forces were already deep behind enemy lines, carrying out decapitation strikes.
· While warlords fought over cities, he was quietly pushing through industrial reforms.
He recruits Zhuge Liang as his strategist, takes Zhao Yun as his general, and marries a peerless beauty. From a wandering refugee to a regional warlord, from a lone man to commander of a million troops.
But just as he finally builds an unprecedentedly powerful empire, a familiar ringtone jolts him awake at the end of his life.
The workers' shack is still dilapidated, and the iron bed beneath him creaks. Could that magnificent life really have been nothing but a dream?
Only when he feels the dragon-patterned jade pendant engraved with the characters “Batian” in his robe does he understand: once some legends begin, they never end.
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