Republican Era: A Rickshaw Puller from the Start? Summoning a German-Armed Division to the Capital

Synopsis

After a stroke of luck in his previous life, he opens his eyes again to find himself a rickshaw puller in Yanjing. He is eighteen, his parents are gone, and he lives in a shack behind the rickshaw station. The coppers he earns in a day are just enough to buy two steamed buns.

Before he can figure out how to survive, something appears in his mind. The System tells him that the farther his deeds spread, the greater his renown, and that he can trade his renown for guns and cannons. He has yet to believe it when the System gives him thirty thousand men: gray uniforms, rifles, all with East Asian faces. Wang descends from the heavens onto an open field in Nanyuan. He leads the thirty thousand into Yanjing. The city gates cannot keep him out, nor can the Imperial City. The old dynasty’s empress dowager is moved to a side hall, queues are cut in public atop the city gates, and the Westerners’ old treaties are tossed into a copper basin and burned. Ash drifts halfway down the street.

Some call him a warlord of chaos; others say he is the great Xia’s wild card. He pays no attention to them, only expanding the open ground outside the city by another two li. The south sends people to scout him, the Beiyang government grows restless, and Western ships remain motionless in the open sea outside Tianjin. With his back to everyone, he crouches over a makeshift map table, draws a few lines in pencil, and quietly says to the person beside him, “By tomorrow morning, they’ll know fear!”