What was it like to travel to the eve of Xiangyang City's destruction?
When Lin Mu opened his eyes, half of his face was buried in gunpowder ashes.
The city wall is shaking, the Yuan army's tunnel is about to explode, and the entire Xiangyang is about to be blown open.
And he was just the lowest craftsman in the arms workshop of the Southern Song Dynasty.
There is no system.
There is no magical power.
There is no golden finger that sweeps the world.
All he had was a waterproof notebook that was damaged by water, and some engineering knowledge in his mind that did not belong to this era.
So——
He modified gunpowder, reversed tunnels, and practiced firearms death;
He robbed craftsmen, seized shipyards, and built maritime supply lines;
He saved the fire in the ruins of Xiangyang and raised the fleet on the bloody road of the Yangtze River;
He allowed the remnant army of the Song Dynasty, which had been forced to flee, to possess real maritime firearms power for the first time.
But Lin Mu gradually discovered——
Behind Yuan Jun, there is also a person who "does not belong to this era".
The other party came here earlier than him.
Knows more about war than he does.
I also believe more than he does:
"The Southern Song Dynasty should have died long ago."
…
Xiangyang lights up.
The Yangtze River breaks through.
Southeast shipbuilding.
Yashan changed his fate.
Others are guarding a city.
And what he is guarding is the last bit of fire that Chinese civilization refuses to extinguish.
