I Have a Time-Space Shopping System

My name is Li Mubai. In the seventh year of the Republic, when I was exiled to the Mongolian frontier to guard the border, I unexpectedly became bound to a spacetime shopping System.

When General Xu Shuzheng's cavalry rode north to reclaim Outer Mongolia, I offered him not military provisions, but a satellite map marking the Russian Empire's secret supply depots.

In Kulun, the princes and nobles laughed at my "toy airplane models" until my drone swarm burned their cavalry charge to ashes.

Later, I built the grasslands' first wind farm and saved dying herders with penicillin.

The warlords of the Central Plains mocked me: "What can anyone accomplish in a barbaric wasteland?"

They had no idea that my arms factory could already produce semi-automatic rifles on a small scale, or that my prospecting team had found the Sunite oil field.

It was only when the Fengtian Army's armored trains thundered north and saw a forest of white wind turbines on the grassland horizon, and beneath them, rows of heavy howitzers cloaked in camouflage netting, their barrels trained menacingly, that the Young Marshal sent a telegram with just one line: "Could the men under this man's command be heavenly soldiers?"