You Said This Was a Low-Martial World, So Why Did You Pull Out a Gatling Gun?

In the final years of the Great Qian Dynasty, roving bandits ran rampant, and a hundred thousand northern barbarian cavalry stood at the city gates.

The emperor fled south in a panic. Before leaving, he arranged a marriage between Xiao Zhenge, the "useless heir" who had spent ten years as a hostage and lost himself in the pleasure quarters, and a disfigured convict, hoping to crush the Northern Liang Prince's estate once and for all. He left Xiao Zhenge behind in the capital to await his death.

The officials of the court jeered, while the Northern Barbarian Khan even declared he would use Xiao Zhenge's skull as a drinking cup.

Yet on the day the marriage was called off, the Northern Barbarian army began its assault, and the city gates opened by themselves!

There was no waiting with his neck bared for execution, only three thousand black-armored soldiers, twelve cannons, and row upon row of pitch-black gun barrels.

The Northern Barbarians' greatest warrior? A twelve-pound explosive shell will teach you a lesson!

The world's greatest Grandmaster? Ever heard of a firing squad?

When Xiao Zhenge pulled out a Gatling gun and unleashed a furious barrage from the city wall, the whole world fell silent.

Standing atop the enemy's bones, he looked at the gods and Buddhas trembling in fear:

"No matter how skilled you are, you still fear a kitchen knife."

"But I'm afraid I have something even better in my hands: the truth!"