Time travel story, women disguise themselves as men, no system, no intelligence, respect for history, restore the whole process of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, bloody battlefield! No loss in investment
This is the first time I recommend a book. The protagonist's soul passes through Qin Qiong's nephew and leads the Wagang army to join Li Er to conquer the world. I caught up with the latest chapter in a week. Li Er's family changes to Zhenguan. The next plot should be about the big infrastructure and the family's destruction of Tuque. It feels pretty good to get through the entire process without any jumps in the plot. The author's historical research is relatively comprehensive and there is nothing sinister about it.
This one is not, but it seems like I have to choose a book to reply to. I recommend "Strategy for Ascension in the Early Tang Dynasty". It's not on Tomato, but it's very interesting. The protagonist followed Li Shimin before Li Yuan started his army.
The Tang Dynasty had a strong national power and a splendid culture. It was a prosperous time when all nations came to the dynasty. There were also heroic heroes and loving children, which made people yearn for it. As the core of the dynasty, Chang'an has witnessed countless prosperity. Today, does the night sky of Chang'an, which reflects the glory of the prosperous age, still fascinate us?
This does not meet the requirements and is a slap on Li Shimin - High-energy plot appreciation The seventh year of Zhenguan, the ninth day of May, Chenshi, Xiatang Railway Station The platform of Xiatang Railway Station was shrouded in morning mist, the steam has not yet dissipated, and dew condensed on the rails. Mrs. Axiang personally led the troops to enforce martial law. Her soldiers from the guard battalion stood solemnly on both sides of the platform, their eyes as sharp as knives under their helmets. Outside the station, the originally bustling morning market had been cleared out, and vendors hid behind the windows to peek - they had never seen such a battle. The railway tracks extend towards the mountains in the distance, like a sleeping black dragon that is about to wake up today. "Coming!" A siren whistled in the distance, and the railroad tracks trembled slightly. A black armored train slowly entered the station, and the white smoke spewing from the front of the train was dyed blood-red in the morning sun. The car door opened with a clang, and the first person to step onto the platform was Zhao Hu. The commander of the armed police was wearing a new combat uniform, with a six-gun breech-loading gun on his waist - this was a test product of the weapons workshop. Blacksmith Wang originally refused to give it to him until Zhao Hu brought Li Wan out: "I want to avenge you with my own hands." Behind him, five thousand armed police soldiers filed down. Most of these are veterans of the Fenghe Defense War. They watched their relatives die under the knife of the Tang Army two years ago. When they received the new guns last night, many men held their flintlock guns and cried bitterly - they thought they could only guard warehouses and patrol railways in this life, but they never expected that they would be able to wait until the day they wield a sword and go out into the mountains. "The envoy said, this is a civil war." Zhao Hu grinned and patted the revolver on his waist. "It's appropriate for our armed police to lead the charge!" The soldiers silently inspected their equipment. In addition to the new flintlock rifles, each of them also habitually carried a Fenghe machine repeating crossbow - this thing could fire ten arrows at close range, which was much more powerful than the Tang army's Zhang Zhang crossbow. Zhao Hu touched the "Kunlun Immortal Shovel" behind his back with his backhand. This alloy steel engineering shovel from later generations had accompanied him to split the heads of Turkic cavalry and dig through the foundation of Fenghe No. 1 Town, and now it was stained with Dou's blood. "Commander, the artillery regiment is here!" In the distance, thirty forward-loaded field guns were pushed onto a flatbed truck, with their black muzzles pointing in the direction of Lushan. Chen Ke, chief of staff of the artillery regiment, trotted over and saluted—Wang Tiejun was originally supposed to lead the team, but the development of the breech-loaded cannon reached a critical moment, and the irritable craftsman could only stay behind with resentment. "What a pity," Zhao Hu weighed the engineer's shovel. "This time we won't be able to see the Tiejun guy's artillery show off." Strictly speaking, this is not the first time that the Fenghe Army has come out of the mountain. Last year, during the western expedition to Maiji Mountain, they conquered the Dangxiang tribe with muskets and sugar cubes (yes, the rock sugar from Fenghe River is the Dangxiang people's favorite "white salt"). Nowadays, those horse thieves are working honestly to herd and build roads, and some have even become railway guard captains. But for Datang, this was the first blow. The platform suddenly became quiet. Zhao Hu turned around and saw Yao Kemin standing at the door of the carriage at some point, holding a roster in his hand - on it were the names of thirty-seven survey team members, still fresh in ink. "Chen Erlang, sixteen years old, loves to eat steamed buns in the cafeteria." Yao Kemin muttered softly, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like lightning: "Blood debt -" "Blood payment!" Five thousand people roared, and the sound shook the valley. The whistle blew again, the armored train's boiler was pressurized, and white mist engulfed the entire platform. When the fog cleared, the first military vehicle was already heading towards Mount Lu. The rails shone coldly in the morning sun, like a sword slowly unsheathed. In the seventh year of Zhenguan, on the ninth day of the fifth lunar month, at the third quarter of the lunar month, Mayuan Fort was located ten miles away from the county seat. In the morning light, the steam crane is as still as a sculpture. This former horse farm of Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Eastern Han Dynasty, is now the forward base of the Fenghe Railway Bureau - the rails stopped abruptly here, like a sword that was forcibly broken. Five hundred people's army cavalry quietly entered the camp last night and are now leading their horses silently through the work sheds. The horseshoes were wrapped in linen cloth, and the sound of the iron clashing was deliberately suppressed. Party workers were ordered to stay in their tents, but their uneasiness was revealed by the constant coughing. "Don't make a sound!" Tuoba Chi, the railway guard captain, roared in Dangxiang dialect and scratched his neck with his finger. These naturalized nomads immediately fell silent - they knew the discipline of the Fenghe Army all too well. The shudder of railroad tracks could be heard in the distance. When the first military column entered the station, the white mist sprayed from the front of the train instantly swallowed half of the platform. At three o'clock, outside Lushan County, Wang Laowu, a ranger of the Tang Army, was squatting on the field ridge eating Hu cakes when he suddenly felt the ground shaking slightly. He looked up and was horrified - in the waves of wheat three miles away, countless black spots were advancing with strange order. There were no shouts of death, no flags waving, only the tinny sound of metal colliding and the occasional flash of helmet reflection. "Enemy..." Before he could even utter the warning, his throat was pierced by a crossbow arrow. Zhao Hu put down his repeating crossbow and looked at his pocket watch: "Seven minutes later than the scheduled time." He turned to the messenger and said: "Send a signal to Chief of Staff Chen to bombard the south gate at noon." The five thousand armed police started to operate like precision gears: The first regiment controlled the four main roads and set up barbed wire fences to block the breakout. The second regiment lurked outside the moat, preparing to blast the city wall. The special team carried rope hooks and aimed at the drainage culvert in the northeast corner. All actions are completed within two quarters of an hour. When the last sniper climbed to the commanding heights, the Tang Army sentries at the top of the city were still yawning. At noon, at the beginning of the day, in the back hall of the county government, Dou Yi kicked the overturned officer: "Zhang Yan! You are the county magistrate of the Tang Dynasty!" The celadon tea cup fell to pieces on the ground, but Zhang Yan slowly sipped the tip of the stone mountain: "General Dou now thinks of the imperial officials? When you robbed the survey team yesterday, did you ask the county for its opinion? You can just have the support of the eldest son, Sun..." Liu Mengde suddenly drew a knife and put it on Zhang Yan's neck: "Believe it or not, I will..." "Kill me, and you will not be able to defend the city." Zhang Yan gently opened the blade, "Do you know why the Fenghe Army came so fast?" He pointed out the window, "Because they have a railway." As if in response, the long roar of a steam locomotive came from the distance. Dou Yi rushed to the window, his pupils shrank suddenly - on the slope three miles away, thirty field guns had lost their camouflage, and the black muzzles were glowing coldly in the sun. Noon Artillery Position The scorching sun at noon burned the Lushan city wall. The defenders lay sweating behind the crenellations, nervously staring at the dead wheat fields outside the city. "Load explosive bombs, elevation angle is 42 degrees, target South Gate Wengcheng." Chen Ke's voice was so calm that it was almost cruel. He knelt on one knee, his right eye pressed against the copper eyepiece of the rangefinder, and his left index finger adjusted slightly in the air, as if he was playing with the strings of fate. The gunners were as silent as iron, sweat dripping down the edge of their helmets and turning into white smoke on the hot barrel. Different from the Tang Army's Fenghe Repeating Crossbow Car, the barrels of these front-loading guns are carved with spiral rifling, and the shells are pointed explosive shells with copper belts - a sealing problem that Wang Tiejun just solved last month; the range and power are far beyond the range and power of the Tang Army's imitation Fenghe Repeating Crossbow Car. Chen Ke used the rangefinder to finally calibrate the parameters, and then raised the red flag - "Let go!" Thirty artillery roared at the same time, the hot air flow from the muzzle distorted the air, and the dust rolled up covered half of the sky like a sandstorm. The scream of cannonballs piercing the sky has not yet dissipated, and a series of orange-red fireballs have exploded over the South Gate. "Boom——!!!" The iron-clad city gate was torn into pieces like fragile pieces of paper, and the flying wood chips and iron nails turned into a deadly metal storm. Dou Yi on the city wall was severely knocked over by the shock wave, and the back of his head hit the arrow stack hard. With his ears ringing, he saw his Mo Dao spinning and flying into the sky, the blade reflecting the dazzling sunlight like a falling meteor. "Charge!" In the wheat fields outside the city, countless red flags suddenly stood up, like a field of fire. Zhao Hu's revolver fired first, and six bullets poured out in five seconds, beating the Dou family's private soldiers blocking the gap in the city gate to pieces. "Kill——!!!" Five thousand armed policemen rushed to the gap in the city wall like a tide, and the volleys of flintlock guns were as dense as a rainstorm. As soon as the Tang Army archer at the top of the city poked his head out, he was shot through the throat with a precise point shot, and his body fell down the city wall like a puppet with its strings broken. Dou Yi staggered up, his mouth full of the smell of blood. He grabbed half of the Mo Dao and rushed towards Zhao Hu who was rushing in front with red eyes. "Come on! Bastard!" Dou Yi roared, the blade splitting the gunpowder smoke, "Let you taste the power of the Dou family's Mo knife!" Zhao Hu's revolver clicked in the air - it was out of bullets. He did not retreat, but instead pulled out the Kunlun Immortal Shovel behind his back with a grin. The shovel blade made of fine steel glowed with a cold blue light in the sun, and the shovel handle was engraved with scratches from every battle in the past seven years. "Qiang——!" The moment the Mo knife collided with the steel shovel, Dou Yi felt numb in the tiger's mouth. The next second, he was horrified to see that his Mo Dao was broken into two pieces, and the cold light continued unabated and headed straight for his neck. "Pfft!" Blood rose into the sky like a fountain. Dou Yi's head spun in the air. The last thing he saw was his headless body slowly falling to his knees. Zhao Hu wiped the blood from his face, raised his foot and kicked Dou Yi's head into the moat. "This shovel is for Chen Erlang." The street fighting in the city has become a one-sided situation. Liu Mengde, the commander of the Tang Army, leaned against the mottled brick wall of the county government office and watched helplessly as his most elite soldiers were nailed to death by iron arrows in the streets. Those heavy armors that once frightened the enemy were as fragile as paper in front of the Fenghe repeating crossbow machine. "Retreat... Retreat!" Liu Mengde's voice was shouted hoarse, but he found that his hoarse roar was completely drowned in another, more terrifying sound - the roar of the people of Lushan County. At the corner of the street, a wrinkled old farmer rushed out holding a hoe. Then there were butchers holding kitchen knives, women holding sickles, and boys waving poles... They poured out from every alley like a tide, forcing the defeated Tang army into a blind corner. Liu Mengde stumbled back into a courtyard and hit his back heavily on the edge of a well. Just as he was about to take a breath, he suddenly saw an old man with red eyes rushing toward him with a hoe. "Give my granddaughter her life!" When the hoe fell with the sound of wind, Liu Mengde suddenly saw the twelve-year-old girl again - the poor girl who committed suicide after being defiled by him half a month ago. The little girl's tearful eyes before she died actually overlapped with the old man's bloodshot eyes. "My... My fair lady... A gentleman wants to ask for..." The muffled sound of the hoe blade splitting the skull forever ended his unfinished recitation of the Book of Songs. Blood splashed on the bluestone well platform and slowly seeped into the tiny cracks, just like sin will eventually seep into the crevices of history.
Say goodbye to book shortages and find treasures 🔥 "A Mistaken Life in the Tang Dynasty" is an immersive dream back to the Tang Dynasty, with chivalry, court dealings, and delicate depictions of human relationships.
Modern people travel through time and experience the immersive experience of assisting Li Shimin like Mei Changsu. Do you dare to think about extreme brain-burning challenges?
I have just become Li Shimin's poor nephew living among the people, and I am formulating a "ten-year plan to legally inherit the national treasury." Turks actually want to skip the process and buy directly for zero yuan? He rushed into Tai Chi Hall overnight: "Second uncle! I can do this job more professionally than them!"
These are all! Book 1: Better than most Tang Dynasty books
Book 2: Locusts in locust plagues can kill people.
Book 3: Young and ignorant but ended up covered in scars
Book 4: Attitude is a good attitude towards life is a good attitude towards life is a good one
These books are pretty good.
1I saw it was quite comfortable, a comfortable five-star rating.
2I feel quite comfortable after reading it.
3Much better than other girls.
Showing the true history of love and hatred during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Li Yuan and Li Shimin and their sons established the Tang Dynasty and led to its prosperity.
Following Li Shimin on the battlefield, he delayed the fight for so-called family ties and almost wiped out everyone. Fortunately, the reinforcements arrived in time.
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