I traveled back to Zhao Bing, the last emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the beginning was in hell mode - jumping from a cliff into the sea, and my loyal minister Lu Xiufu was holding me in his arms and dying for his country!
Seeing that he was about to become the shortest time traveler in history, I grabbed Lu Xiufu and said, "Ms. Lu, wait! I dreamed that there is an island in the southeast, where the fire of Sheji can be stored!"
A simple crossbow allowed the indigenous tribe to worship me as the "son of the mountain god".
A bowl of snow-white salt gave us the foundation to stand on.
A solid wall blocked the crazy attack of the elite Yuan army.
They thought we were lost dogs running away in a hurry, but they didn't know that I held the technology tree of the entire Chinese civilization!
From smelting copper to casting swords, to the roar of gunpowder; from building a city on an isolated island, to a fleet of thousands of sails.
Did the Yuan Dynasty think that by destroying the Song Dynasty, they could sit back and relax? I want to create another iron-blooded Song Dynasty in this overseas place!
One day, I will lead the steel stern and ride the waves back.
It's time for the dragon chair in Lin'an to be replaced by its old owner!
Reader comments
Although it's just the beginning, I feel pretty good. Come on, author [currently working on the manuscript]
Although it's just the beginning, I feel pretty good. Come on, author [currently working on the manuscript]