I Just Pulled Out a Cannon, and the Emperor's Brother Stayed Up All Night Sewing a Dragon Robe

Transmigrate to the Great Qian dynasty and get sentenced to death by the demon empress with twelve consecutive imperial death warrants?

Ding! The Great Industrial Power System awakens. I shove a six-barrel Gatling gun straight into the mouth of the imperial eunuch sent to deliver the edict!

“Old man, go ask your mistress if her golden warrants are bulletproof!”

Chu Yuan only wanted to serve quietly as a commander on the frontier. But the court used him and then tried to kill him, leaving him no way out.

Well, I’m done swallowing this humiliation. Today, I’ll show you cold-weapon primitives what real firepower looks like!

Short on military funds? Lead the troops in a raid! Scrape three feet of plaster off every wall. That’s all armor-piercing ammunition for me!

A martial arts grandmaster’s protective energy can stop blades and bullets? One RPG launcher will teach you a lesson. Its metal jet can punch through any kind of iron-body skill!

The world’s most powerful heavy cavalry charges? Maxim machine guns and barbed wire welcome you to the meat grinder of the First World War!

When Chu Yuan drives a Type 59 main battle tank up to the Forbidden City and blows its gates apart with one shell, then points its massive 100-millimeter barrel at the Dragon Throne, the entire court wets itself in terror.

The old emperor trembles and tries to play the family card, but when he turns around

The Great Qian’s top micro-management expert, the Second Prince, cuts the drawbridge over the moat with one stroke: “Big brother, come on in! Follow the main road. Your little brother hasn’t planted any land mines!”

The Great Qian’s top logistics manager, the Third Prince, comes sprinting over with clothes he’s been sewing at his machine all night: “Big brother! You’ve finally rebelled! Hurry and put this on, ”

Just as Chu Yuan dons the imperial yellow robe and gets ready to light a cigarette in celebration, a flying cultivator suddenly descends from the sky on a sword, claiming to be acting on Heaven’s behalf.

Chu Yuan sneers and spits out his cigarette butt. “The entire arms factory, get to work! Make me an 88-millimeter anti-aircraft gun. I’m shooting that flying sword out of the sky today!”