Transmigrating to Ancient Times With a Modern Army: Instantly on Another Level 穿越到古代，有一只现代军队，直接就是天花板级别

1. 1 穿 I Transmigrated to Ancient Times with a City and an Arsenal 穿越古代，我有城市有军火 Ali Ali阿里阿里Historical1.1M WordsCompleted Transmigrated with a Modern City A clash between modern military firearms and ancient cold weapons! Jiang Chen transmigrates into the body of the heir to the Marquis Champion. He thinks he’ll be able to live it up, but instead, the emperor wants him dead. Luckily, he brought an entire modern city with him, stocked with every kind of supply imaginable! They send assassins after me? I’ll answer with a submachine gun! They send spies to gather intelligence? I’ll use modern drugs to bring their 13kReads8.1Score1.2k14d adds
2. 2 带 Taking a Machine Gun to Ancient Times 带着机枪去古代 Wandering North Wind流浪的北风Historical702k WordsOngoing The protagonist transmigrates to an ancient world torn apart by war. With a System, a pocket dimension, supplies, and weapons at his disposal, he becomes the most shameless, greedy, and invincible power in the world! He saves the people from suffering by the most brutal means! 538Reads6.5Score—14d adds
3. 3 奉 Fengxiao, Where Are You Going? 奉孝，你去哪？ Old Gao of the Three Kingdoms三国老高Historical1.2M WordsCompleted This book is purely for entertainment. If you’ve been struggling to get by and want a place to rest, come on in. Die-hard fans of Romance of the Three Kingdoms and history should go read Chen Shou and the old Luo! If you’re in a bad mood, getting some catharsis is enough. If your luck is bad, just staying alive will do. Fame, success, failure, advancing or retreating: they’re all just different combinations of carbohydrates. The plots and battles may be intense or plain, dramatic or subdued, agg 514Reads—Score—14d adds

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4. 4 三 Three Kingdoms: From the Start, I Accidentally Kill Yuan Shu 三国：开局误杀袁术 Old Gao of the Three Kingdoms三国老高Historical1.1M WordsCompleted A modern business tycoon named Wan Shao has a close encounter with a train while street racing and dies in an accident; His soul transmigrates into a Yellow Turban conscript at Changshe, with a System in tow. He accidentally kills Yuan Shu right off the bat, earns a Platinum Gift Pack, inherits the power of the Overlord, and achieves peerless martial prowess; He saves defeated Yellow Turban soldiers, tricks Chen Dao and Wei Yan into joining him, kidnaps Guo Jia, and forces the four of them to sw 512Reads—Score—14d adds
5. 5 传 The Portal Opens, and All Races Submit to the Truth 传送门开启，真理下万族臣服 Alas, Like a Dream奈何如梦Urban2.4M WordsOngoing (P.S. I love a portal novel, but the updates are so slow that there isn't enough to read, so I decided to write one myself. My writing can't compare to the original author's, so please bear with me and enjoy the ride~) Chen Mo accidentally activates a portal, with one end leading to the modern city and the other to a savage otherworld. Monsters run rampant, countless races stand alongside one another, and human lives are worth less than grass. He doesn't hide the portal. Instead, he reports it t 6.1kReads6.5Score50314d adds

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   Teleported to another world to fight

6. 6 大 The Great Song’s Industrial Liangshan 大宋之工业梁山 Zhe Yuan喆元Historical230k WordsCompleted A collection of trope-defying scenes: Wu Song doesn’t fight a tiger; he’s a righteous man from Hangzhou in the historical records. Ximen Qing isn’t some domineering CEO, but a shy top student devoted to medical research. And there’s more: Hu Sanniang isn’t a bold heroine of the martial world, but an artsy young woman. What about Pan Jinlian? As it turns out, she’s the little maid who follows Sanniang around... Wang Yifan transmigrates to a different Liangshan. Watch as he stirs up a storm of blo 71Reads—Score—14d adds

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   Laugh if you want to! Laugh out loud, don't hold it in—every chapter has a laugh-out-loud moment, please add it to your bookshelf. Chapter Thirty-Four: Labor Reform is the Effective Way to Reverse Evil. Several groups of people around Dulonggang were anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Hu Family Village's swords, but what they received was even more bewildering news—not only was that place not preparing for war, but it was also engaged in "major construction," making such a commotion that even the dogs in Yuncheng County knew that the Liangshan bandits were busy "reforming their ways." The "director" of all this was none other than Wu Song, the prisoner-of-war camp commander. At this moment, he was wearing a newly made indigo short jacket, with two monk's knives at his waist, standing on the high platform at the entrance of the prisoner-of-war camp, looking like a fierce tiger that had just finished inspecting its territory. The Liangshan bandits below trembled under his gaze, especially when he waved his hand and shouted, "Strip naked!" More than five hundred men covered their crotches in unison. "Strip! Enough nonsense!" Wu Song's roar shook the limewater pool next to him, causing ripples. This pool was dug by Wang Yifan according to the blueprints for a "disinfection pool." It was filled with lime powder, steaming hot, and smelled like freshly opened gunpowder. The bandits were shoved and pushed into it by the militia, screaming in pain as if splashed into boiling water while dumplings were being cooked. One henchman wearing a floral headscarf tried to hide at the edge of the pool, but Wu Song slapped him on the backside with his dagger, sending him sprawling into the water with a "plop," choking and spitting out three lime bubbles. Fifteen minutes later, this group of "drenched chickens" were dragged out, their skin red like shrimp just pulled from a pot. Before they could even catch their breath, they were forced onto long benches. A group of burly men surrounded them, their gleaming boning knives flashing coldly—the leader was Zhang Qing, who had just come from the pig farm, his apron still covered in pig bristles. With a "whoosh," he swung his knife at one of the bandits' heads! "Oh my god! They're going to castrate us!" The bandits immediately began to wail and scream. One of their leaders was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot, clutching his groin tightly with both hands. "We were wrong! We'd rather be monks! Don't do this!" Zhang Qing's head was throbbing from the noise. He cut off a lock of hair with his knife and shouted impatiently, "What are you howling about? I'm giving you a haircut! A clean haircut will make it easier to work, so lice don't crawl into the pigsty!" Several of his men behind him followed suit, the blades flashing across the scalps as fast as if they were removing hair from pigs—after all, they dealt with pigs every day, and they were more skilled with knives than barbers. They would occasionally make a habitual gesture towards the neck, scaring the bandits so much that their necks shrank back like quails. Watching from the side, Wu Song nodded in approval, secretly praising Wang Yifan's brilliant idea: first, use lime water to "peel off a layer of skin," then let Zhang Qing's "razor team" start "from scratch," and finally, put on short, gray cloth outfits like burlap sacks—this "three-piece initiation suit" would make even the most ruthless bandits cower. "This is the rule of the Dulonggang workshop!" Wu Song announced, hands on his hips. "The refugees are 'official employees,' they go to the new bathhouse and wear the coarse cloth work clothes from Wang Ruyan Silk Shop; you are 'contract workers,' so you have to use this 'express package'!" The bandits grimaced at this, but seeing the razor in Zhang Qing's hand that had just shaved three heads bald, none dared to utter a sound. Even more ingenious was Wu Song's "management innovation." The fifteen bandits who arrived earlier from Yuncheng, having "joined" a few days earlier, were promoted to minor leaders. Three of them led a large brigade, which was then divided into five smaller squads, with the squad leaders chosen by the bandits themselves—ostensibly for "democracy," but in reality, it was Wang Yifan's method of "using bandits to control bandits." "Remember this well!" Wu Song slammed his fist on the table, making a deafening noise, holding the "collective punishment system" drawn by Wang Yifan. "If one person makes a mistake, the whole brigade is punished! Minor mistakes are punished with a cane, major mistakes..." He paused deliberately, glancing at the tense faces of the bandits, and slowly added, "Locked in the dark room for three days!" Upon hearing this, the bandits gasped. They had seen canes and been whipped, but what was a "dark room"? The earlier arrivals had told them it was a small earthen cell less than three feet deep, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. After three days, even the toughest man would be weeping against the wall—this was far more brutal than having his collarbone pierced! In fact, Wu Song himself felt this tactic was "too cruel." He originally only wanted to "punish whoever makes a mistake," but Wang Yifan whispered in his ear, "To deal with these slippery guys, you have to use a softer approach... Let them keep watch on each other; it's better than you exhausting yourself watching them." Although Wu Song didn't fully understand what "a softer approach" meant, seeing Wang Yifan's confident tone, he patted his chest and agreed. As for that "Cloud-Piercing Vajra" Song Wan, he had long lost any semblance of his "Vajra" demeanor. When he first arrived at the POW camp, he stubbornly shouted, "I'm the leader!" Wu Song had him pinned down on a bench and given a thorough beating (a board that had clamped him between his buttocks, leaving him unable to move). After thirty strokes, he could only walk sideways like a crab. Now, he and twenty-three other leaders had been thrown into a pig farm, where Zhang Qing stood at the pigpen entrance, brandishing his "signature work"—a gleaming pig-chopping knife. "Chief Song," Zhang Qing patted his shoulder with a smile, rubbing the back of his knife against Song Wan's neck, "this pig dung needs to be cleared until you can see your reflection, otherwise… this knife won't be able to distinguish between a piglet and you, 'King Kong.'" Song Wan looked at the waist-deep pig dung, then at the familiar "pig-watching" look in Zhang Qing's eyes, shuddered, and quickly grabbed the pitchfork: "I'll do it! I'll do it, okay!" The clanging and banging of hammering came from the workshop area in the distance, while the prisoner-of-war camp was filled with the "groaning of those getting their heads shaved" and the "growing sounds from the pig dung area." Wu Song stood on the high platform, looking at this "vibrant" scene, and stroked his beard with satisfaction—Wang Yifan said that once these people got the job done smoothly, they would be given "performance bonuses," and those who performed well could even have their sentences reduced. Although he didn't quite understand what "performance bonuses" meant, it sounded like "good work gets you meat," and that was enough. In a corner of the POW camp, the bald-headed leader secretly told his companion, "If I had known it would be like this, I would have preferred to farm properly in Liangshan... At least I wouldn't have had my head shaved like that!" Hu Sanniang or Qiu Qiongying, passing by the POW camp on their way to deliver food to Wang Yifan at the construction site, saw the bald bandits and laughed uproariously, saying, "That hairstyle is shinier than the monks in the temple!" Lin Chong, who had been following Wu Song like a lackey, secretly observing everything, silently thought, "If this method were applied to the Imperial Guards, wouldn't their discipline increase several times over?" Thinking of the capital city he could never return to, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

7. 7 穿 Transmigrating to the Early Tang Dynasty to Build a Different Kind of Golden Age 穿越初唐打造另类盛世 Zhe Yuan喆元Historical790k WordsCompleted [On the Bloody Night at Xuanwu Gate, He Crashed Through History in an Off-Road RV] An earthquake in Tibet tore open space and time, sending retired combat engineer Yao Kem in and his vehicle tumbling into the ninth year of Wude. Before Xuanwu Gate, Li Shimin’s sword was aimed at the crown prince. The cold gleam of its edge met the roar of the diesel engine as Yao’s vehicle surged forward. As drones skimmed over Chang’an, the lost bronze gears of the Mohists meshed perfectly with the patterns o 303Reads—Score—14d adds
8. 8 小 A Soldier Transmigrates to 1852: The Rise of a Nation 小兵穿越1852之民族崛起 Shaking Xuanyuan震轩辕Historical773k WordsCompleted A new historical novel about transmigrating to a parallel timeline. No tropes, no System. See how a soldier from the future transmigrates through time, turns the tide, and rejuvenates China. We welcome you to give it a read. 48Reads6.7Score—14d adds

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9. 9 甲 The Sino-Japanese War of 1894: The Rise of the Far East 甲午风云之远东崛起 Shaking Xuanyuan震轩辕Urban1.1M WordsCompleted Yue Tian, a PhD in military machinery, transmigrates to the First Sino-Japanese War of 1894–1895 and becomes a vanguard soldier protecting the nation. Using his knowledge from the future, he takes control of the lands beyond the Shanhai Pass, establishes a republic, unifies the country, and helps the nation rise as a great power in the Far East. 10.6kReads7.7Score48314d adds
10. 10 两 Traveling Between Two Worlds: The Red-Hot Years 两界穿梭之火红年代 Trying to Stay Alive 999努力活着999Urban2.9M WordsOngoing Li Xiaren is an ordinary office worker, trudging through grueling days that start at eight in the morning and end at midnight. One day, after finally getting several months of back pay, he plans to give himself a well-deserved break. Who could have guessed that eating a grilled kidney for no apparent reason would send him back to the 1970s when he woke up? Luckily, he discovers he can return to 2025, and so two completely different eras open up before him!!! 254Reads7.6Score10114d adds

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    Or just say "oh" to me.

11. 11 在 Passing Myself Off as a Rich Returnee in the 1980s 在八零伪装回国土豪 Strive for Happiness努力幸福Urban1.5M WordsOngoing Su Tianci, an ordinary working stiff for 25 years, spends his free time exploring the wilderness. By chance, he discovers a box full of U.S. dollars. Overjoyed, Su Tianci starts dreaming about where to go for a meat-stuffed flatbread. But before he can even celebrate, he slips and inexplicably tumbles off a cliff. When he comes to again, he has somehow arrived in an era full of opportunity… 7.9kReads5.8Score33814d adds

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12. 12 双 A Double Crossing to Make a Fortune in Republican-Era China 双穿之民国淘金 Striving to Stay Alive8888努力活着8888Urban3.3M WordsOngoing Li Xiaren had spent 25 years as a wage slave, living at the bottom of society and crushed by the pressure of making ends meet. No matter how hard he worked to earn money, he still couldn't afford a home of his own. Even his longtime girlfriend left him. Downhearted, he finally managed to collect the wages he'd been owed and planned to head to Tian Shang Ren Jian for a stuffed flatbread. But who could have guessed? A ball of lightning struck him and sent him straight back to a turbulent era. More 532Reads7.7Score13514d adds
13. 13 双 Twin Rivers: Bloodbath in Republican-Era Shanghai 双川民国之沪上血战 Good Luck Keeps Coming好运不断Urban2.6M WordsOngoing Su Tianci has spent 25 years as a working stiff. After leaving the military, he has the job he earned stolen by someone with power and influence. His attempts to seek justice come to nothing, and with the other side's overwhelming influence, he has no choice but to become a delivery driver. Who could have guessed that while performing a good deed, he'd be struck by a heavy truck and sent straight to the Republican era? Then his transmigration golden finger turns out to let him travel between the 172Reads7.2Score14914d adds

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    If we can't do that, then Beiping...

14. 14 两 Traveling Between Two Worlds: The 1970s 两界穿梭之七零年代 Trying to Stay Alive2努力活着2Urban3.2M WordsOngoing Wu Xiaoyao is a working-class nobody, a corporate drudge who likes to unwind by grilling skewers and letting loose whenever he has a bit of free time. But an out-of-control dump truck sends him hurtling back to the fiery age of the 1970s. What surprises him is that he can travel back and forth between the seventies and 2025. Two completely different eras now lie before him. 131Reads7.6Score—14d adds
15. 15 上 Handed Over to the Nation: Founding a Country in the Americas in 1400! 上交国家：1400年美洲建国！ Building 7575号楼Historical84k WordsOngoing [Offer the System to the Nation + Transmigration + Founding a Country in the Americas] Jiang Li'an unexpectedly arrives in a parallel world in the year 1400 and obtains a transmigration System. “It's 1400. The New World of the Americas has yet to be discovered...” “The Europeans haven't arrived yet, but I have...” “System! Take me back to the present. I need to report this to the nation!” 194Reads—Score—14d adds

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    Beat up cavemen, lead a modern special forces team to sweep across the Americas, and establish a nation.

16. 16 穿 Transmigrating Through the Ages: The General Has Me Killing Like Crazy 穿越古今，将军带我杀麻了 Lu Xi Doesn't Eat Scallions璐夕不吃葱Modern Romance53k WordsOngoing At my grandfather’s antique shop, I unexpectedly bound myself to a System. The first time I met the aloof Imperial Preceptor in ancient times, I thought he was the one I’d spend my life with. Little did I know he was only using me. When I finally came to my senses, the general went on a killing spree with me at his side. —Reads—Score—14d adds

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    I transmigrated and encountered a scumbag imperial advisor. The young general led me on a killing spree. It's a refreshing novel where you can travel through time!

17. 17 两 Crossing Between Two Worlds: 1949 两界穿梭之一九四九 Good Luck Keeps Coming好运不断Urban361k WordsOngoing Drop the pretense of being a decent person and enjoy a shameless life. Refuse to waste your energy on inner turmoil; if something’s wrong, just lose it. Rather than make yourself suffer, make life difficult for someone else. That’s Su Tianci in 2026. By chance, he transmigrates to Beiping on the eve of liberation. The booming economy of 2026 and the war-torn year of 1949: two vastly different eras lie before him. 5kReads5.8Score21614d adds
18. 18 种 Farming: From Sect Tenant Farmer to Supreme Across the Myriad Worlds 种田：从宗门佃户到万界独尊 Foolish Zhi傻志Eastern Fantasy3.0M WordsOngoing [Farming] + [Ensemble cast] + [Lord] + [Conquest] + [System] + [Satisfying wish fulfillment] Zhang Guiyuan transmigrates to a parallel world at the end of the Eastern Han dynasty, where he becomes a tenant farmer growing spiritual plants for a sect. He awakens the strongest Lord System and obtains an unparalleled book: Postpartum Care for Sows He settles into a fine life of farming, raising pigs, and teasing his wicked sword cultivator little sister. But then a calamity that comes once every tho 3.2kReads5.7Score18714d adds

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    [Conquest] + [Territory Expansion] + [Lord] + [Crowd Portrait] Start building your power from Lake Baikal, construct factories, manufacture cannons, assemble five major army groups, and utilize multiple branches of the military, including the air force and navy. Use technology to fight against powerful clans and sweep across the entire world.

19. 19 开 Sailing an 022, I Return to the Spice Islands to Become a Pirate 开着022，回到香料群岛当海盗 Feng, Who Loves Cheese Pasta爱吃芝士意面的枫Historical924k WordsCompleted [Parallel world + battleships and big guns + no System + industrial research] A modified Type 022 patrol boat accidentally transmigrates to the pinnacle of a parallel world’s Age of Sail! Lin Wenlong and eight comrades bring modern cutting-edge technology to these unfamiliar waters and embark on a journey to defy fate! Colonial cargo ships? Seize them! Brutal pirates? Take them down! Oppressed slaves? Set them free! Indigenous islanders? Help them! You’ve got 120-millimeter guns behind armored 77Reads7.1Score10914d adds

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    Battleships and industrial research

20. 20 双 Two People Transmigrate to 1949, and from the Start We Meet Lou Zhenhua 双穿一九四九，开局遇到娄振华 Trying to Stay Alive2努力活着2Male-Channel Fanfiction150k WordsOngoing Forget personal standards and enjoy a shameless life. No more emotional self-torment; when something happens, just lose it: better to inconvenience others than make yourself suffer. That was Su Tianci in 2026. By chance, he transmigrated to Beiping just after its liberation. He also awakened a pocket dimension that could take him back to 2026. The economically booming year 2026 and the war-torn year 1949, two vastly different eras, now lay before him. 1.1kReads—Score—14d adds

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    Upon arrival, hold it in your hand

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