Five Dynasties: Three Tons of Iron Pagoda Troops from the Start with a Sign-In

The Khitans marched south, and the Central Plains fell. The Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms era entered its bloodiest, darkest hour, as the people resorted to eating their own children.

Pei Wujiu transmigrated as a desperate refugee. At the start of this hellish existence, the Chinese Torch System awakened!

Ding! You have obtained one Nanomachine Black-Armor Elite, weighing three tons with its horse and immune to all cold weapons!

Ding! You have gathered a hundred refugees and obtained an unlimited supply of high-energy compressed rations. The starving masses switched sides and worshiped you as a god!

While the warlords of the land fought over scraps of tree bark and risked their lives for a few rusty iron blades,

Pei Wujiu was already unleashing a merciless, overwhelming assault with steel monsters that ignored defenses and mountains of food that never ran out!

The Khitan Wolf Lord cried out in terror: “Those are demons! Our Liao warriors' curved blades can't even cut their horses' legs!”

Zhao Kuangyin tore off his imperial robe in the middle of the night: “What's the point of staging a mutiny? I couldn't beat even one of his foot soldiers!”

Chai Rong sighed toward the heavens: “If Chai was born, why was Pei born too? I'm only fit to work for him.”

Empress Da Fu and the two Zhou empresses gazed at him with shining eyes: “In this age of chaos, only after Pei Lang's iron cavalry arrives will the world become a pure land.”

From refugee to emperor for all ages, Pei Wujiu swept across the land: if this chaotic age leaves people no way to live, then I'll crush it all!