210 BC, Lishan prison camp.
An ordinary migrant worker who died suddenly due to overwork in modern times opened his eyes.
He became Ying Ziying - the subjugated king who reigned for forty-six days in the history books, surrendered, and was finally chopped into pieces by Xiang Yu.
Without the golden finger of a divine weapon, one cannot remember complex chemical equations and cannot fully recite Sun Tzu's Art of War.
He is just an ordinary person who has been to modern office buildings, squeezed through the subway, been teased by his boss, and knows the suffering of the bottom class. But what he faced was a huge ship that was about to sink: the bones of the First Emperor were still cold, Zhao Gao was busy sharpening his sword, and Hu Hai was incompetent; the people exchanged their sons for food, and the remnants of the Six Kingdoms were waiting in arms; the Huns in the north were knocking at the pass, and the Baiyue in the south had not yet surrendered, and the country had no troops to recruit and no money to use.
"Da Qin can die, but it cannot be destroyed."
This is not a cool novel, but a long march of iron-blooded survival in a desperate situation.
When Liu Bang's army knocks at the pass, Xiang Yu's 400,000 troops press the border. The soft bone in the history books is gone. At the top of the city of Xianyang, the once submissive young master Ying, wearing armor and holding a sword, looked at the coalition of princes with dark clouds over the city, and gently stroked the cold sword edge: "Now that I have come through, I will defend the eternal foundation of the Qin Dynasty."
See how a modern soul uses the simplest common sense and fierceness to recast the Great Qin Cavalry, protect the Chinese orthodoxy, and continue its destiny for hundreds of more years.
