The overlord laughed and said, "If heaven destroys me, how can I cross the river? Ji and eight thousand people from the east of the Yangtze River crossed the river to the west, but now none of them have returned. Even if my father and brother from the east of the river take pity on me, how can I see it with my own face? Even if he doesn't say anything, how can I feel guilty?"
After the Overlord commits suicide in Wujiang River, the protagonist's soul travels to the Overlord's son in the war-torn ancient frontier. There is no system, no miracles, and the only thing to rely on is the experience of special operations in the previous life, a calm and almost cruel judgment, and a little bit of technical fire that was ignited from scratch.
At first, he could only lead a few desperate soldiers to set up ambushes in the dark, lure the enemy, and fight back, and grab a chance of survival amidst the blood and fire of the corpse mountain. Later, he started with farmland and iron tools, stabilized the food with a curved shaft plow, and improved military equipment with elementary forging, and forcibly supported a way of survival in the wasteland where no one had hope. When the steel filling method is formed, the prototype of the repeating crossbow comes out, and the heavy-armored swords are arrayed in front of the battle, what he has in his hands is no longer just a survival team, but a force that can change the situation.
This is not a legend of destiny, but a story of a sober stranger who, in the darkest era, used strategy, discipline, technology, and blood to carve out a way of survival, protect the people, and re-establish order inch by inch.
