In the eighth year of Chongzhen reign in the Ming Dynasty, corpses littered the fields in Chexixig Gorge.
Lu Yan woke up from the body of a defeated soldier, surrounded by five hungry "brothers" with green eyes, and half a piece of moldy cake in his arms.
There is a dead end in front of you, there are chasing troops behind, and there is a murderous intention hidden inside.
He had no system and did not understand gunpowder formulas. He only relied on a little bit of modern sobriety to survive in the meat grinding ground in the late Ming Dynasty.
From dividing a piece of cake to building a "sharpening camp", he improved farm tools, forged weapons, and won people's hearts in the cracks between refugees, rebels, government troops, and Tartars.
Li Zicheng asked him to be loyal, Hong Chengchou granted him an official position, and Dorgon gave him a royal title.
Lu Yan clutched the tempered knife in his hand and said to the hopeful people behind him:
"In this world, survival cannot be gained by kneeling down, nor can it be fought out."
"We ourselves made it inch by inch.
