Nanshan, an outdoor adventure blogger in the 21st century, stepped into an ancient tomb deep in the mountains and woke up as the king of Zhen, a small country in the East China Sea.
He said he was a king, but the whole city didn't even have enough to eat.
The envoy from Chu State whipped him in the face: "If we can't hand over 3,000 men and 5,000 stone grains within ten days, the army will overwhelm the territory!"
All the ministers in the court knelt on the ground and kept wailing.
He touched the blood on his face and smiled.
I didn't travel through time to survive on my knees.
He has no system, no grandfather, only fragments of memories left in the mind of a scumbag from his previous life——
Tunnel plow, saddle and stirrup, gunpowder formula, steam engine principle...
I can't remember everything completely, and I have to gamble my life on everything.
But he made the right bet. The six countries bowed before him, the Huns were chased to the end of the grassland by him, and Rome was trampled under his feet. It took him forty years to turn a small country into a huge empire spanning Europe and Asia.
Everyone thought this was the end.
But before he died, he drew a map and said to his son: "There is a continent to the east. Let's go find it. The people there are waiting for us."
