When he opened his eyes, Shen Yuan became a declining nobleman of the alien kingdom of Luolan.
This world is so crazy - some people can control the wind and rain by meditating, some people are splitting mountains with their fighting spirit, some people are driving steam mechas on rampage, and some people are raising evil dragons and skeleton legions.
When nations compete for hegemony, the strong are respected, and the lives of the weak are not as good as those of a dog.
As for Shen Yuan, a loser who couldn't even muster any fighting spirit, and still had a debt of three thousand taels, he was blocked in front of his house and humiliated.
"Trash, what do you do for a living?"
Shen Yuan thought for a while and pulled out a copy of "The Art of War" from his memory.
Later, a few lines were added to mainland history books:
That good-for-nothing young master used a farm order to turn the starving border counties into granaries, used a military formation to make the magic army return in defeat, and used a reform to make the thousand-year-old nobles kneel down and hand over power.
If he casually dug out a volume of Chinese history, it would be enough for smart people in this world to study it for a lifetime.
What's even scarier is that he can still summon.
The spear generals in white robes and silver armor, the white-clothed counselors who made perfect plans, and the famous generals of the ages who fought decisively, one after another, came out of China's five thousand years of history and stood behind him.
A strong man from another world practices fighting spirit, magic, and machinery. What he relies on is the foundation of an entire civilization spanning five thousand years.
When the gods from other worlds began to be afraid of this name, someone asked Shen Yuan:
"Why do you win?"
He pointed behind him:
"As for me, China has never lost in five thousand years."
