Like any modern loser, Su Yun is full of bad habits: he has a filthy mouth, fears death, obsesses over money, and has a foul temper. When trouble comes, he runs. If he can't run, he resorts to the dirtiest tricks.
In battle, he relies on a sixteen-character guerrilla warfare doctrine and a whole bellyful of biological dirty tricks. He feeds the enemy laxative beans until they collapse from diarrhea. He smears their faces with lime powder. He scatters caltrops to pierce their feet. He hurls beehives into shield formations, forcing the clearing squads to stumble back into piles of iron spikes, wailing in agony. He even uses small trebuchets to fling tiger dung, triggering a bloodline-based suppression effect. At night, he pricks pigs' backsides with steel needles, using their slaughter-like squeals to drive warhorses mad. He sets fires with pinpoint accuracy to burn down the wounded soldiers' barracks. He keeps the enemy awake for seven straight days, breaking the army's morale and triggering a massive rout. If he can win with a dirty trick, he'll never play the hero.
The people around him are just as ridiculous. His dim-witted guard Tiezhu speaks before he thinks. His maid is built like an ox and can kill one with a single punch, yet she opens her mouth to say, “This servant is only doing her duty.” The miners, blacksmiths, and grain-shop bookkeepers are all rough-hewn peasants. Yet this thoroughly unreliable bunch takes Black Wind Stronghold without a single casualty, captures Xinyang Prefecture, and torments the imperial army until its soldiers are driven out of their minds.
When Su Yun opens the seized ledger, he finds page after page of filthy records detailing collusion between officials and bandits. He tucks the book into his robe. In this old world that devours people, he's going to tear it apart.
Redistribute land, take in refugees, build workshops, manufacture firearms: they get every task done amid laughter and curses. By the time the court reacts, Xinyang Prefecture no longer recognizes the Great Qian government's seal. When the Tartars march south, a line of muskets already stretches to the Yellow River.
But what Su Yun fears most isn't losing a battle. It's that after he dies, these guns and cannons might fall back into the hands of the old system. That would be even worse than having none at all.
A bunch of rough peasants, all riddled with bad habits, use outrageously underhanded tricks to laugh the old world into smithereens!
I laughed out loud in the middle of the night and was speechless~ That old sheep and Tangtang are so cute~