Taking an AK Back to Ancient Times

My name is Lin Mo, a mercenary who has seen more than enough death on the international battlefield.

I thought the most thrilling thing I could experience was an RPG whistling past my ear.

That was until I opened my eyes and found myself lying outside an ancient city gate in a cloud of yellow dust, surrounded by constables with rusty knives who thought I was a spy.

The good news: my AK-47 and tactical vest had come with me.

The bad news: this dynasty, called Great Zhou, was in the midst of chaos. Three hundred bandits were about to sack the city, and the only ones defending it were fifty starving old and sick soldiers.

The county magistrate had fled, the chief clerk was packing his valuables, and the townspeople were kneeling outside the county offices, wailing.

I patted the AK in my arms. “What’s there to panic about?”

The next day, the bandits arrived at the city walls.

Their leader shouted from the front lines, “Open the gates! Hand over your grain, and we’ll spare your lives!”

I raised my rifle and pulled the trigger from four hundred meters away.

Bang!

The world fell silent.

From that day on, I completely rewrote the rules of this world:

The age of cold weapons? Sorry, my range is the truth.

A cavalry charge? Try a barrage of firepower from a thousand years in the future.

Schemes by the powerful? In the face of absolute firepower, they’re all paper tigers.

I taught them what it meant to be outclassed by an entirely different level of technology.

I built the most terrifying army of the age with modern tactics.

And when I stood atop the Forbidden City, watching the civil and military officials kneel all around me,

I simply wiped down my rifle and smiled at the trembling emperor on the throne.

“Your Majesty, have you ever heard this saying?”

“Sir, times have changed.”