Opening his eyes, Gu Lan transformed into the most miserable vassal king of the Ming Dynasty - exiled in the north, with a barren land and about to die of cold and starvation in the first winter.
What's even more deadly is that everyone in the court is waiting for his death, and one hundred thousand Tatar cavalry are sharpening their swords outside the wall.
But no one knows that he has five thousand years of Chinese military strategies, metallurgical maps, and political changes in his mind.
Sprinkle salt and melt the snow, the ice city becomes a wall overnight, the waste firewood guardhouses are smelted into a torrent of steel; the steel is fried in the iron pot to forge a seamless saber, and the three-stage fire blunderbuss array shreds the charging enemy formation.
When the Tatar Khan vomited blood in front of the battle, when the imperial edict of death was stepped into the slush by Gu Lan, and when his cavalry went south to the side of the Qing emperor, the entire Ming Dynasty finally began to panic——
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the imperial edict for the Zen throne has been sent from the capital!"
