Republican Era: One Jin of Flour Per Person, and I Quietly Become a Warlord

Years of drought have left thousands of miles littered with corpses. Even tree bark and grass roots have been stripped bare! Yan Zhen, a modern logistics expert, transmigrates into a chaotic age. From the start, he is treated as cannon fodder and abandoned with ten starving deserters in a ruined fortress amid a blizzard, left to die! At the brink of despair, the Great Marshal Logistics System activates! As long as someone is willing to kneel and swear loyalty, even a starving refugee, every additional person in his territory earns him a pound of fine white flour out of thin air each day! On a snowy night, Yan Zhen holds out steaming white-flour buns and lays down the rules: “Eat my food, and give me your life!” The ten starving men swear loyalty on the spot, take up their rusty bayonets, and slaughter the bandits who came to finish them off! From then on, the chaotic age has a new, utterly unreasonable warlord. Other commanders scrape the land bare to pay their troops, while their soldiers gnaw on moldy corn buns. Yan Zhen’s Pingyuan Army eats white-flour buns at every meal! The enemy surrounds the city, hoping to cut off its supply lines? Yan Zhen sneers from the battlements as hundreds of pots simmer with meat. The aroma alone sparks a mass mutiny among the enemy’s thirty thousand troops, who defect to his side! Population exceeds ten thousand: reward, mortars and smokeless powder! Population exceeds one hundred thousand: reward, 105 mm heavy artillery and penicillin! Population exceeds one million: reward, a T-34 tank production line! When the powers’ fleets brazenly approach the coast to threaten him, they are greeted by a sky darkened with strategic bombers and a flood of steel.