1279, Yashan. One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians were trapped on an isolated island, fresh water was cut off, and the Yuan army pressed on.
Lu Xiufu was carrying the eight-year-old emperor on his back and was about to jump into the sea to die for his country.
The next second, he opened his eyes.
Memories of modern military engineers flooded his mind, and he smiled.
Who said that the Song Dynasty must die?
Granular gunpowder, cement walls, rifled artillery, queuing to shoot...
While the Mongolian cavalry were still using bows and arrows, Lu Xiufu had already equipped the Shenji Battalion with flintlock guns.
When Europe was still in the Dark Middle Ages, the warships of the Song Dynasty had already sailed around the Cape of Good Hope.
Zhang Hongfan: "Lu Xiufu, you are a civil servant, what do you know about fighting?"
Lu Xiufu: "I don't know how to fight, but I know how to fight with dimensionality reduction."
From Yashan to Taiwan, from Southeast Asia to America, from the earth to the sea of stars.
In this life, the Song Dynasty will not die.
In this life, China will stand on top of the world.
