Rising from Being a Warlord, My Life Has Been Like Walking on Thin Ice

In the fourth year of Gansu in the Dongsheng calendar, the defenders were forced to withdraw southward. Chahar was in danger of overthrowing, and thousands of miles of land were open to theft. After Chen Sheng was crushed by a passing system, he was thrown into this era of warlord wars, carrying with him a universal factory, two robot bodyguards, and a head full of phobias about insufficient firepower. Other warlords could not pay their salaries, but he had enough money to pay them; other troops pulled the bolt and fired a shot, but his soldiers were semi-automatic, and the bullets were splashed out like water. The brothers called him Commander Chen, and he said that he had been walking on thin ice all his life. From a lone army in Chahar to a million-strong army, Chen Sheng just wanted to say one thing: There was no thin ice, so I stepped on the ice and raced all the way.