Li Mo, a 985 Ph. D. In Mechanical Engineering, stayed up all night revising his thesis until his soul left the body. When he opened his eyes again, he entered an unfinished palace battle novel and became the cannon fodder King Xiao Jamel who died within three chapters of his appearance. The mother and concubine died young, the father did not care for her, the brothers took turns stepping on her, and she was sent away with a glass of poisonous wine at the age of nineteen.
What's even more shocking is that the original body is not completely dead. Two big men share the same body, arguing in their heads every day. A gloomy and sinister man, full of revenge barrages; a straight man in science and engineering, full of blueprints and formulas. After arguing for 800 rounds, we reluctantly reached an agreement: you provide the palace battle information, and I am responsible for technological dimensionality reduction.
As a result, the style of painting in the capital went astray - hydrodynamics changed irrigation canals, increasing the yield of dry fields by 30%; chemically purified black powder, so explosive that the minister of the Ministry of Works stared; the distiller produced 70-proof liquor, and the nobles drank it until they lost their money and still said it tasted good; the compound crossbow machine was modified, and the northern cavalry's arrows were not yet reached, but people were already on them.
In the court, the princelings were sharpening their swords; outside the border, the enemy troops were stirring. And Prince Jing's Mansion, which could be stepped on by anyone in the past, has changed from a soft persimmon to an iron hedgehog.
At the imperial city night banquet, Li Mo took out a glass mirror, the ladies in the audience screamed, and the prince turned green. He was proud in his mind: "This is called a dimensionality reduction strike." The original person was silent for a moment, and his voice was as cold as quenching poison: "It's not enough. What they owe me must be paid back with interest."
Li Mo trembled inexplicably. He suddenly woke up - this time travel, the beginning was to rub all things with his hands, and the ending... I was afraid that he would rub an emperor by the way. After all, his teammates are the people in Dynasty who know how to kill others best, and he has a five-thousand-year technology tree in his head. Once this machine called "revenge" is ignited, it can never be stopped.
