Republic of China: Coachman Starts? Summon the German Weapon Master to Beijing

Introduction to the work I had great luck in my previous life, and became a cart puller in Yanjing City. At the age of eighteen, his parents were gone and he lived in a shack in the backyard of a car dealership. The copper he earned in a day was just enough to buy two corns. Before I could figure out how to live, there was something else in my mind. The system told him that the wider the news about what he did, the greater his reputation, and his reputation could change his guns. Before he could believe it, the system first gave 30,000 people—gray military uniforms, long spears, all with oriental faces. The king descended from the sky on the open space in Nanyuan. He took these 30,000 people into Yanjing. The city gates are not closed, and neither is the imperial city. The empress dowager of the old dynasty moved to the side hall, and had her braids cut off in the street on the tower. Old foreign treaties were thrown into a copper basin and burned, and the paper ashes drifted half the street. Some people say that he is a hero in troubled times, while others say that he is a variable in Daxia. He ignored those words and only expanded the open space outside the city by another two miles. The south sent people to explore, and some people in Beiyang couldn't sit still. The Westerners' ship stopped at the sea outside Jincheng and never moved. He turned his back to everyone, squatted in front of the makeshift map table, drew a few lines with a pencil, and whispered to the people next to him: "After daybreak, they will know they are afraid!"