[Not a Power Fantasy + Slow Burn + Multiple Female Leads + Golden Finger + Passionate Takeover of the Song Dynasty]
When Li Yan opened his eyes, he had become the bandit chief of the Taihang Mountains. Blood was still running from the back of his head, and two hundred imperial soldiers had already reached halfway up the mountain.
The stronghold was out of food, the second-in-command was staging a coup, and more than a hundred men were ready to run at any moment. He could barely hold a knife.
No System, no golden finger, only the mind of a modern physics prodigy.
He robs the government grain, frames Blackwind Stronghold, signs a life-or-death pact to kill a traitor, and breaks up and reorganizes his twelve bodyguards.
Four hundred men from Blackwind Stronghold closing in? A bamboo-stake formation and fake flags to confuse the enemy send them running!
Grain seized from an imperial relay station? Three hundred shi, enough to eat for half a year!
But the real crisis lies three years ahead: the Jurchen march south, the Jingkang humiliation, and a hundred thousand cavalry crushing the Central Plains.
He doesn’t have much time.
He must forge a blade in the Taihang Mountains, one that can halt the Jurchen horses.
He builds repeating crossbows by hand, firing twice in succession, bringing an overwhelming advantage to the ancient battlefield.
Starting with 137 men and 300 shi of grain, he will defy fate and change his destiny.
“I don’t want to die, and I don’t want these people to die either.”
“The Jurchen want to cross the Yellow River? They’ll have to get past the repeating crossbow in my hands first.”
