When later historians recorded the tyrant who bulldozed the entire continent with his steel fleet and breech-loaded cannon, there was a record of his prosperity.
"Your Majesty, was it because you first invented the firearm that made the sound of thunder because you received a gift from an immortal?"
"No."
"Is that because you have great ambitions to destroy the Hulu and create a great future?"
"No." Sitting on the roaring steam throne, the white-haired man touched the blackened red rope in his arms, his eyes colder than the steel behind him.
"What's that for?"
The man lowered his eyelids, as if he could smell the pungent blood and disgusting burnt smell of that Youzhou winter night again.
"Because it was too cold that winter. Because that night, I was very hungry."
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This is a modern academic scumbag without a golden finger. In order to survive in the ancient Shura field where human life is like a piece of grass, he is forced to pick up the common sense of physics and chemistry in junior high school, and finally uses the tracks of industry to crush all the gods and barbarians in the hard-core brutal history.
