In the second year of Chongzhen's reign, Huang Taiji's forces besieged Beijing.
At the same time, twenty-five transmigrators fell from the sky.
A retired artilleryman, an ER doctor, a "financial guru" who had done time for a P2P lending scam, a deputy neighborhood office director...
They had every specialty covered, except for a leader.
Lin Mo, a game designer and drifter in Beijing, still had a mortgage to pay and was forced to take charge.
Other transmigrators came with a System. The thing in his head was a free version of an AI.
Its daily allowance was limited, its answers came with ads, and when it couldn't find something, it confidently made things up.
With that thing alone, they cobbled together flying thunder cannons and blew the Eight Banners' minds.
After their great victory, Chongzhen granted them official posts. Then he looked at the empty treasury and started worrying again.
Lin Mo rubbed his hands together. "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of fleecing the people?"
Build cannons, repel the enemy, get official posts, make money. This
bunch of transmigrators planned to drag Chongzhen down from the crooked-neck tree.
Logical writing can be considered as fodder and is worth reading.
Brilliant, awesome!