I transmigrated into the body of a young emperor in the final years of the Hongwu era.
On my first day on the throne, an urgent report arrives from the frontier: fifty thousand Northern Yuan cavalry have breached the Great Wall, and Datong is in grave danger!
The court officials kneel in a heap. “Your Majesty, the treasury is empty and the capital garrison is weak. We must sue for peace!”
I flip over the imperial desk!
Sue for peace? Those words don’t exist in my dictionary!
In three months, I confiscate the estates of nine corrupt officials, bringing three million taels of silver into the treasury.
In six months, three thousand new troops are trained. Rifled guns, field artillery, modern military organization: the nightmare of the steppe cavalry has arrived!
Outside Datong, the Northern Yuan cavalry charge.
Standing amid the ranks, I raise the flag and give the order:
“New Ming Army, line up and fire!”
Guns roar in unison as a storm of steel sweeps across the grasslands.
That day, the people of Northern Yuan finally understand: the times have changed.
But this is only the beginning.
In three years, steel mills thunder and railways link north and south.
In five years, ironclad warships take to the seas, and machine guns teach the whole world what firepower means.
In ten years, merchant ships from every nation converge on Yingtian, and I write the rules of the world economy!
The civil officials accuse me of “neglecting my duties”?
I replace the pedantic scholars with a hundred thousand technical officials.
My enemies say I “fight dirty”?
I smile as no enemy cavalry dares raise its head before my machine-gun emplacements.
This is transmigration at its most hard-core:
No handouts from a System, only the crushing power of knowledge.
No immortal cultivation or fantasy, only steel and gunpowder.
No palace intrigue or vying for favor, only industrialization and the rise of a great power.
May the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers endure. And the Great Ming... has become an unstoppable tide of steel!
