He transmigrated to the Great Qin dynasty and became Zhao Ming, son of Qin Shi Huang.
Just as he thought he was about to be trapped in palace intrigue and a classic tale of brothers turning against each other, a battered, rust-covered “base vehicle” activated in his mind.
“Welcome, Commander.”
And so, everything went completely off the rails.
While the nobles of the Six States were still forming alliances, Zhao Ming’s conscripts were already standing in formation.
While the Hundred Schools of Thought clashed in eloquent debate, his combat laboratory had already deciphered technological blueprints far beyond the age.
Farming, mining, churning out troops... A Red Alert base was the ultimate productive force, two thousand years ahead of its time!
From “persuading” the Six States to surrender with Mirage Tanks to proclaiming the unification of the world with Kirov airships.
From building a Great Wall along the borders with Prism Towers to sending aircraft carriers patrolling the four oceans.
Standing atop Xianyang Palace, Zhao Ming looked down at the planet he had reshaped with steel and unstoppable force. “The borders of Great Qin are the stars and the sea.”
And the base’s ultimate protocol was quietly unlocking...
[Myriad Worlds Transmigration Protocol, initiating.]
Would the next world be one where martial arts reached the divine, or one where immortals and demons ran rampant?
No matter what kind of power they faced, Great Qin’s answer would always be:
“Run them over with Apocalypse Tanks.”
I don't know what to say, I can't see
It's boring to use the slogan of fighting for hegemony in the world, but actually kneel down and lick Qin Shihuang.