Republican Era: From the Start, I Had a Place in the First Class at Whampoa and a Pocket Dimension

After transmigrating to the Republican era, Li Qing didn't go into business or become a plagiarist. Instead, he set his sights on the newly recruited first class of Whampoa Military Academy.

In a time of chaos, the most valuable thing isn't gold bars. It's a unit that has enough to eat, can win battles, and won't break ranks when the fighting starts.

He has a photographic memory. One look at a map with a scale of 1:50,000, and every mountain, river, and valley is etched in his mind.

He has a pocket dimension. Medicine becomes a field hospital, dry rations become supply lines, and spare parts become a repair corps.

It takes three months to train an ordinary recruit. He breaks down load-bearing drills, marksmanship, night marches, and tactical coordination into twelve separate assessments, boosting efficiency by 300%.

Stragglers and drifters → disciplined companies → tactical battalions → a main force capable of taking on the toughest fights.

The warlords scoff at his training methods. “A bunch of peasants think they can turn the world upside down?”

Li Qing shoves the sand table forward. “You rely on walls to defend a city. I take cities with my brains.”

With an enemy force three times their size bearing down on them, he cuts off their supply line, lays an ambush, then brings down artillery fire from the most unlikely mountain pass.

The result: the enemy division falls into chaos, its commander flees, and captured rifles pile up across half a courtyard.

His men look at their regimental commander with newfound awe. “Commander, can we really fight our way north?”

Li Qing brushes the dust off the map. “What does it matter if one regiment wipes out one division? I want those who come after us to know that soldiers aren't meant to be sent to their deaths.”

But the iron army he's built has already robbed every faction of a good night's sleep.