Song Jiang drank the poisoned wine with a smile, but opened his eyes and returned to his twentieth birthday.
The "civilization fire" system in the mind is activated, and technological drawings and future knowledge are flowing in.
In this life, he no longer longs for Zhao'an.
Refining steel to make guns, improving agriculture and mulling crops to satisfy the people, and quietly building a technological powerhouse.
When the imperial army pressed forward, what greeted them was no longer a simple sword, but a black muzzle.
Song Jiang looked at the stars in the distance: "Recruitment? No, our journey is through the stars and the sea."
When 108 constellations reunite in the Star Fortress, a cosmic Water Margin has just begun...
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