Travel through the seventeenth year of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty.
Li Zicheng, king of the Chuang Dynasty, was approaching the walls of Beijing. Dorgon was looking outside the gate, and Chongzhen was preparing to hang himself on a tree with a crooked neck.
China's land is sinking, its darkest moment!
Lu Ting awakens the system and summons 100,000 absolutely loyal dead soldiers at the beginning, equipped with Hanyang-made rifles with unlimited bullets!
In this era where matchlocks, swords and spears were still used, Lu Ting looked at his mechanized infantry division and smiled.
"Sir, times have changed!"
When Li Zicheng's old battalion cavalry charged, they faced the ruthless crossfire network of the Dead Soldiers Corps.
Li Zicheng collapsed: "Edi mother, why doesn't his fire blunderbuss need to be ignited? Can it still hit so far?"
When the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty entered the pass and claimed to be invincible, Lu Ting set up a Maxim heavy machine gun.
Dorgon was desperate: "In front of Lu Ting's firearms, my Qing warriors can't even leave a whole corpse behind!"
Emperor Chongzhen moved the dragon chair directly in front of Lu Ting: "Lu Aiqing, it's better for you to sit on this throne. I'll go to the logistics factory to grind bullets for you!"
Many years later, the Ming Dynasty's armored fleet sailed into the Thames River, and the whole world trembled within the range of Lu Ting.
Aiaiai
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