After transmigrating to a battlefield of the Taiping Rebellion in 1855, Zhao Cheng'an had barely opened his eyes before being swept into a charge. He became one of the lowest-ranking "new brothers," a recruit from Anhui.
After two days of bloody fighting, he narrowly escaped death and killed several enemies. But just as he caught his breath amid the mountain of corpses, a dying Qing soldier drove a spear through his chest.
His own comrades then treated him as a disposable pawn, stripped him of his weapons, and dumped him into a mass grave.
Beneath three feet of yellow earth, as he hovered on the brink of death, the Battlehammer Exoskeleton System suddenly awakened!
Extracting biomass from the mountains of corpses and forging battlefield scrap iron and copper, it used flesh as its foundation and steel as its bones to begin a basic exoskeleton conversion for a line infantryman.
His damaged lungs grew back, his shattered bones joined together like steel. From a hastily covered grave of fallen soldiers crawled a steel beast destined to throw the late Qing into chaos.
Ahead, Qing Green Standard troops and Zeng Guofan's Xiang Army pressed in step by step. Behind him, class struggles within the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom were brewing, as the seeds of the Tianjing Incident had already been sown. Across the seas, the British and French powers watched hungrily.
Zhao Cheng'an gripped the saber he'd picked up from the corpse pile, his gaze icy.
If the Holy Treasury was unjust, the Heavenly Kingdom rotten, and the Qing court corrupt, then he would carve out his own path to survival.
He would gather the remaining troops, build workshops, improve weapons, upgrade his exoskeleton, and forge a steel army of his own.
From a cannon fodder soldier in a corpse pit in northern Anhui to a warlord bestriding the late Qing's chaotic age.
The Tianjing Incident, the Second Opium War... From this moment on, I will rewrite history with my own hands!