Traveling Through the Late Ming Dynasty: I Rubbed My Hands with the Special Forces in Ancient Times

[No system] + [Hard-core explosive troops] + [Troubled times in the late Ming Dynasty] + [Decisive killing] + [Training troops and farming] In the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, Songjin was defeated, and Liaodong became a river of blood. When Lu Yuan opened his eyes, he was already lying in a pile of dead people, surrounded by the beheaded slaves and wrapped in frozen blood and mud under his feet. There is no system, no grandfather, no internal skills, and no plug-ins. What he brings is only the ideas of modern infantry training, positional offense and defense, and small-group infiltration. In this age when human life is as cheap as grass, you will not live long if you practice kindness and justice, and you will not live long if you practice truth. Then survive first. They plucked cotton armor from the dead, snatched escape routes from the mines, picked ruthless people from the refugees, and forged firearms from scrap metal and rotten saltpetre. They practiced formations, established military rules, carried out night attacks, set up fire arrays, and used a group of hungry soldiers and coolies to create a ruthless army that dared to fight, charge, and obey orders and prohibitions. While others were still risking their lives to fill the formation, he had already used local firearms and infantry to defeat the cavalry charge. While others are still waiting for the court to issue grain and armor, he is already grabbing coal, iron, roads, and territory. From a dead man, to the leader of a village, to the leader of the new army who must be looked at both outside and inside the pass. This is not the rule of civil servants, nor the mere talk of power. This is the story of a small man in the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty, relying on food, people, guns, and land, to gradually gain power, break the rules, and kill thousands of people.