“General Liu, will you take me on as your underling?”
At Juejue Temple, Zhu Yuanzhang was so hungry he was chewing tree bark when he came looking for me.
I glanced at him. “Call me Big Brother.”
I transmigrated to the end of the Yuan dynasty, and I knew he would kill me.
But I didn’t kill him. I took him on as my underling.
Because anyone who has read history understands: killing one man is pointless. What needs to change is the whole world.
Starting with thirty-seven battered soldiers, I blasted my way into Yingzhou with gunpowder and ambushed three thousand cavalrymen in a pitfall trap.
Our ranks swelled like a snowball rolling downhill.
This time, I’ll decide how the Battle of Guabu Ferry ends.
It's very beautiful and the subject matter is very novel.