Ming Dynasty Warlord: From Beheading a Squad Leader to Conquering the Chaotic Age

In the first year of the Chongzhen reign, at the end of the Ming dynasty, the Little Ice Age arrived. The land lay barren for thousands of miles, and people ate their own children to survive.

Lin Huo transmigrates into the lowest rung of society, a destitute soldier’s household in northern Shaanxi. From the start, he doesn’t even have tree bark to chew, and corrupt officials are about to seize the child bride who is all he has. What can he do?

In this desperate moment, the [Imperial Infrastructure System] awakens with overwhelming force!

While you’re still eating clay and waiting to die, I’ll plant crops and grow divine potatoes that yield five thousand catties per mu. A hundred thousand starving refugees will beg to serve me!

Bandit armies and Jurchen cavalry are at the city gates? I’ll build star-shaped bastions, bring out flintlock rifles and cannons, and teach the ancients how to fight with firing squads in brutal wars soaked in blood and piled with corpses!

Short on money and iron? I’ll bring out snow-white salt, soap, and glass, crushing the Ming dynasty’s century-old merchant houses with an overwhelming advantage in the cutthroat world of business!

A cool, proud Jiangnan businesswoman arrives with a fortune and throws herself at me. My gentle, devoted first love manages the logistics at my side. The Eight Beauties of Qinhuai and foreign princesses alike wait eagerly for me. A harem of three thousand beauties is nothing but the loveliest adornment to my empire of steel!

A few years later, while Li Zicheng is still playing in the dirt on a loess hillside and Hong Taiji is preparing to raid south of the pass,

Lin Huo has already led a million heavily armored infantrymen, pushing over a thousand cannons, to smash through the gates of the Forbidden City.

“Old Chongzhen, you can’t handle the Ming dynasty. Step down!”

The Ming Dynasty: Nearly Starving to Death, I Get a Jiangnan Businesswoman to Keep Me

Late Ming: Potatoes Yield Ten Thousand Catties per Mu, and Li Zicheng Leads My Horse

Late Ming: You Were Told to Defend a Border Fort, So You Built an Empire?