In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the empire stood on the brink of collapse, but the true horror had only just arrived.
Qi Changfeng, once a modern special forces soldier, transmigrated into the body of a descendant of Qi Jiguang. A month later, “pirates” who feared neither blades nor axes appeared on the shore. They weren’t Japanese raiders. They were zombies. A captive revealed an even more chilling truth: the Jianzhou Jurchens had brought “corpse ginseng” from Korea, intending to let it devour the Ming from within.
While others fought for the realm with troops and horses, he relied on a handbook titled Pandemic Prevention Guide.
As Chongzhen struggled with internal turmoil, Qi Changfeng was already burning corpses and digging trenches, rebuilding the Qi Army with fire and discipline. While the gentry of Jiangnan hoarded grain to protect themselves, his “Fire Dragon Chariots” belched flames, reducing the zombie hordes to ash. Dorgon sought to overwhelm the Central Plains with a tide of corpses, but Qi Changfeng had already led his army north, targeting the source of the plague.
He would face endless waves of zombies, Jianzhou cavalry taking advantage of the chaos, and a decaying court holding him back. What he had to do was carve a different path to survival for Huaxia through this sea of corpses and blood.
“The Jianzhou Jurchens think they’ve unleashed monsters.”
“I’ll tell them that monsters fear fire, fear blades, and fear an organized civilization even more.”
“And organizing people happens to be my specialty.”
Qi Changfeng
