Border scout Chen Jingxing lay waiting for death in a rental house in a village in the city after being discharged from the army. His right leg was broken, his internal organs were ruptured, and the landlord was banging on the door to demand rent. He couldn't even make a distress call.
When he was about to die, a mechanical sound exploded in his mind - the time and space double travel system was bound. Destination: the fifteenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty. What was even more bizarre was that when he opened his eyes again, the hospital bed was surrounded by shining generals. From that day on, he was no longer a cripple waiting to die, but a pawn that the entire country was betting on.
In that era when people were starving, a pill of amoxicillin could be exchanged for ten thousand taels of gold, and a glass mirror could be bought by all the ladies in the city. Starting from a small shop in Songjiang Prefecture, he used modern business models to rub the Ming Dynasty tycoons on the ground. He knocked down forty gangsters with an engineer shovel, and thirty people attacked and wiped out seventy Japanese pirates at night.
But his footsteps don't stop there. Build industry, build guns, and train a new army. One hundred thousand Qing cavalry went south? They were lined up to be shot, bombed by drones, and Huang Taiji was shot in the head from two thousand meters away. Chongzhen surrendered willingly, and the Ming dragon flag was planted all over the world.
When the Western Travelers brought the colonial fleet to the East China Sea, Chen Jingxing stood on the deck of the aircraft carrier, with the entire modern navy behind him. He held a cigarette in his mouth and said only one sentence: Welcome to the Ming Dynasty's range.
