Lin Feng, a student of national defense, traveled through the late Ming Dynasty and became a corpse in the Dengzhou mutiny.
Outside there are cavalrymen of the Eight Banners knocking at the gate, inside there are rogue bandits raging in the Central Plains, and in the court the princes are still fighting among themselves.
This empire is rotten to the core.
But Lin Feng smiled - you play with cold weapons, I play with flintlock line tactics; you ride horses and shoot arrows, my armored ship has been launched; you are still fighting among yourself, but my railway has been built to Shanhaiguan.
When Huang Taiji looked at the reflection of bayonets all over the mountains and plains, when Li Zicheng faced the roaring field artillery, when Zheng Zhilong's ship was smashed by a steam iron ship...
They finally understood:
Times have really changed.
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Poisoned me to death, really
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Poisoned me to death, really
The most valuable thing is that the writing is written by real people, and it cannot be read as AI hydrology. Come on!