Technological superiority, infrastructure mania, the Great Qin, and a feel-good farming story
This is an alternate-history story. Please don’t compare it to real history.
From the start, Lu Chen transmigrated into the Sand Dune Palace. The First Emperor suddenly fell ill, his heart stopped, and Zhao Gao was overjoyed, ready to usurp the throne?
Don’t panic! Lu Chen whipped out an AED defibrillator. “Your Majesty, don’t be afraid. I’ll give you a little electric shock!”
“Thump!” Blue light flashed, and the First Emperor, ruler of the ages, was dragged back from the gates of death!
The black-armored guards in the hall nearly wet themselves. Zhao Gao was dumbfounded. They all cried out that the God of Thunder had descended!
To save his own life, Lu Chen pulled up a globe on his tablet and painted Ying Zheng a grand vision. From then on, the Great Qin took a dramatic turn.
The remnants of the Six Kingdoms ambush them in a valley?
Sorry, how about some homemade black powder? We’ll send them straight to the afterlife!
An old minister berates him for flouting proper etiquette?
He demonstrates how to make ice with chemistry right there in court, and the ministers all fall to their knees, crying out that it’s immortal sorcery!
Bronze is too brittle, and dirt roads are too rough? Soil cement and blast-furnace steel, coming right up!
When the Great Qin’s roads are paved with cement, when guns and cannons replace bows and crossbows, and when the roar of the blast furnaces echoes across Xianyang…
Ying Zheng strokes his dazzlingly bright steel sword and gazes at the map of the world, consumed by an intense fervor.
“Minister Lu, how many days will it take our torrent of steel to flatten that Rome you mentioned?”
Lu Chen smiles faintly. “Your Majesty, think bigger. Our goal is to sweep across the globe!”
