If you want something without CP, it's best to watch something like Xiao Lujiang's "I'm Sorry, My Lover is the Motherland", dedicated to serving the country or revolution.
The author is not a general recommendation, and the future is not peaceful. In short, the prosperous age is as you wish. The setting describes that the transformation of a peaceful society into a war stage does not happen overnight, and the risk of micro-ecological annihilation is worth a look.
Hot-blooded sword + no heroine. He is alone in the beacon fire. Without a heroine to hold him back, he just charges with his sword! Facing multiple enemies, he roared and raised his spear, protecting his country with his flesh and blood! Every battle is so exciting that it brings tears to your eyes!
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Traveling to a parallel world, after the college entrance examination, Chen Jue only wanted to travel around the mountains and rivers with the poems and songs of his previous life, but he developed into wanting to use what he had learned in his heart to fight for the lives of the common people in this world, form a school, fight against aristocratic families, and plead for the people, but he could not ask for more than fairness.
Plot preview - Chapter 26 The first battle of the fort. June 12, the sixth year of Zhenguan, Longrushan fort. At this time, the fort is not the "abandoned fort" that Ashina Gudulu said. Under the sunlight at noon, the stone joints of the newly built fortress wall showed black and gray patterns, which turned out to be glued and cut with Fenghe cement. When Yao Kemin put down his telescope, Wang Tieniu quickly stepped forward and reported, "We encountered horse thieves scouts five miles outside the fort. After firing warning shots, they not only refused to retreat, but dared to fight back. By the time we caught up, they had already retreated into the fort. It was visually estimated that there were 300 enemy troops, and there were still civilians in the fort." "Did the party members occupy the fort?" Yao Kemin asked. "It doesn't look like it. Judging from the repair of the city wall, it is the craftsmanship of my Han family craftsmen. And Fenghe cement can only be used by Han family craftsmen." "Did the imperial court send troops to garrison it?" Liu Rengui asked. "There is no need for the imperial court to set up a military fort here," Wang Tieniu said, handing over a crossbow arrow. "When we chased to the fort, we shot this thing from the top of the city." The steel seal of "Fenghe Bingshen" on the arrow shaft was clearly visible. Liu Rengui scraped the arrow cluster with his fingernail, and blue-white debris fell down: "The quenched steel mixed with Nanyang iron slag is exactly the system used to support the Northern Expedition in the third year of Zhenguan." There was a muffled "bang" in the distance, and smoke exploded from the southeast corner of the fort. The army craftsman Lao Zhao narrowed his eyes: "It has a range of 200 steps. It is an old-style thunder cannon - the same as the one we sold to the imperial court." "Taiyuan Wang family!" Yao Kemin and Liu Rengui said in unison. "I'll leave the combat to you. Try not to expose the artillery." Yao Kemin asked the two of them. The sixth year of Zhenguan, June 12th, Weishi, outside Longrushan Fort "Load!" Following Wang Tieniu's order, the soldiers of the third company of the first regiment all took out paper bags of fixed ammunition. Senior private Zhao Ergou bit open the ammunition bag with too much force and black powder spread all over the floor. The veteran next to him immediately kicked him: "Idiot! This bag is worth three work points!" There was trouble in the first round of volley. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sporadic gunshots were like firecrackers during the New Year. The face of the third company commander suddenly turned dark - out of the one hundred and twenty flintlock guns in the company, there were more than thirty that misfired. What was even more frightening was that a cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from the position of the seventh squad. A soldier's gunpowder bag was ignited by sparks, causing him to roll on the ground. "Stop shooting! Check the gun!" Veins popped up on Wang Tieniu's forehead. He grabbed a malfunctioning gun and found that the flint in the hammer had become loose at some point - caused by the bumps of the long march. Shen Shi, Chu Mo, Chaotic Battlefield. The private troops in the garrison obviously discovered something unusual. "They're misfiring! Charge!" More than three hundred private soldiers in leather armor poured out from the west gate, with the Taiyuan Wang family's clan emblem clearly painted on the shields in the front row. This should have been a perfect target, but a group of new recruits were in disarray. Some people were busy reloading, some were squatting to repair the gun, and some were so frightened that they threw grenades directly - the "Thor Type 1" blasted a big crater in the open space without hurting the enemy at all. "Ready - release!" Finally half the company completed loading. This time the salvo finally looked like something, and more than twenty of the charging private soldiers fell instantly. But the reloading speed was three times slower than in training - no one remembered to use barrel strips to compact the gunpowder. Shen Shi·Three Moments·Lessons of Blood "Ah! My eyes!" A soldier from the second company screamed and fell to the ground. In his nervousness, this idiot actually forgot to pull the purge out of the gun barrel and fired. The gunpowder gas sprayed out of his tail burned his eyes, and he dropped his gun and rolled on the ground. When the medical soldiers rushed up, they found something even more terrifying: at least a dozen soldiers had blisters on their right hands. The barrels of the guns were overheated after continuous shooting, but some people still used their hands to touch them. "Is this the result of your half-year practice?" Wang Tieniu kicked over the ammunition box. Dozens of missing lead bullets rolled out of the box - it turned out that the culprit of the misfire just now was these careless logistics soldiers. Unity time and post-war review Yao Kemin silently looked through the casualty report: Killed in action: 0 people Wounded: 47 people (39 of them were caused by our own mistakes) Ammunition consumption: An average of 28 rounds per person (the training standard is 5 rounds/field), 150 grenades. Result: 87 enemy soldiers were killed and 213 captured. "Fortunately, the opponent was only a private army." Liu Rengui wiped the blood-stained horizontal knife and sighed. The veteran had to personally lead the cavalry to outflank the enemy to prevent the battle from turning into a joke. In the dusk, Fenghe soldiers were dejectedly cleaning up the battlefield. Someone discovered that there were boxes of "Fenghe Bingshen" arrows piled in the fort's granary - exactly the military supplies that had been embezzled by the Wang family. This ironic discovery explains the problem better than any battle report. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, June 13th, Chenshi, Longrushan Meadow, the morning fog has not yet cleared, and the dewdrops on the grass blades reflect fine golden light in the sunlight. The soldiers of the forward battalion climbed over the ridge on slippery moss, and condensation droplets dripped from the barrels of their guns. Suddenly, the scout walking at the front suddenly raised his hand - the sight in front of them made everyone hold their breath. The vast expanse of meadow is like a green ocean, setting off layers of waves in the morning breeze. Thousands of horses are scattered among them, their coats glowing like satin in the sun. They ate the fat grass leisurely, occasionally flicking their long tails and startling a few colorful butterflies. Without reins or saddles, these horses are as free as the wind in the mountains. On the edge of the meadow, a dozen low thatched sheds stood crookedly, like broken baskets that had been discarded haphazardly. Around the hut, hundreds of man slaves huddled together, looking at the sudden appearance of the army in horror. "For God's sake..." Muttered a young musketeer. These slaves are barely clothed. The men were skinny and skinny, with tattered animal skins wrapped around their waists; the women even had no tops, only covering their lower bodies with rough fur. Their disheveled hair is stained with grass clippings, their skin is covered with whip marks and dirt, and the soles of their feet are as thick as hoofnails - calluses worn out by years of walking barefoot. The most startling thing is their eyes. When the soldiers approached, the slaves did not kneel down and beg for mercy, but huddled together like a herd of frightened animals. A child of about seven or eight years old hugged his mother's leg tightly, whimpering in his mouth, but did not dare to cry loudly. "Don't be afraid, we are Feng..." Wang Tieniu's words stopped abruptly. He saw the scene behind the hay shed - the morning mist was filled with a strange smell of blood and grass. When the scouts pushed aside the last bush, the corpse pit at the edge of the meadow came into view - seven corpses were stacked in a radial pattern, with a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old on top. The military medical officer squatted down and used a dagger to open the festering wound on the boy's chest. "Looking at the extent of the festering, he must have been dead for at least four or five days. The edge of the wound is torn..." He suddenly fell silent and picked out half a rusty arrow cluster from the carrion. Wang Tieniu's pupils shrank suddenly. He was very familiar with this kind of triangular arrowhead - it was the standard equipment used to support the Northern Expedition in the third year of Zhenguan. The arrow tail should have been engraved with "Fenghe Bingshen", but now it was deliberately filed flat. "It was the execution site of Wang's private army." Liu Rengui turned over the corpse with a scabbard. "The neck bone was broken, and there were binding marks on the hands and feet..." His voice suddenly stopped. The last corpse clenched its right hand tightly, and after opening it, half of a Kaiyuan Tongbao was revealed in the palm. The chisel marks on the edge were exactly the same as what Wu Meiniang found yesterday. Suddenly, a heartbreaking cry came from the direction of the hay shed. An old man slave who was so thin that he was out of shape rushed to the side of the corpse pit, and his fingers like dead branches tremblingly stroked the young man's purple face. He lifted up his tattered clothes, revealing the scar with the word "Taiyuan King" on his waist that had been burned with a soldering iron. He pointed to the corpse pit and made a bow gesture. "They used arrows from Fenghe... To execute the escaped Man slaves?" The hand of the army secretary who recorded the story was trembling. A few reflections flashed across the distant ridge. The scout raised his binoculars and saw several figures wearing straw cloaks quickly disappearing. What is exposed on their backs is not a horizontal sword, but a specially made long whip - the tip of the whip is decorated with iron caltrops, which is the iconic weapon of the Taiyuan family's private military horse supervisor. In the sixth year of Zhenguan, on June 13th, at noon, at Longrushan Meadow, when Chen Banxia, the military medical officer, opened the medicine box, a dozen horse slaves backed away in fear, knocking the hay shed to the point of collapse. She simply took off her helmet and swung her long black braids to her chest - this action made the man slaves feel a little calmer. "Treat the child first." She took out the brown pills wrapped in wax, but was knocked down by the old man slave. The old man roared and made gestures of cutting his throat until Xiao Donglei raised her abacus: "Three pounds of corn per person per day, plus two ounces of meat for those who are sick." The first batch of people to receive treatment were war horses. When the horse slaves saw the Fenghe veterinarian giving the same pills to the sick horses, they stretched out their ulcerated hands and feet tremblingly. Chen Banxia found that they all had the same mark on their bodies: the word "" on the left shoulder and numbers on the right shoulder - this was a living account book. When the prisoners were held down in the meadow for interrogation, grains of green salt fell from their trousers. Liu Rengui pinched a few grains and looked at the sun carefully, and sneered: "Taiyuan green salt, mixed with 30% river sand." The private army on the torture rack suddenly broke out, but Wang Tieniu smashed his knees with the butt of his rifle. "This year," the team member was coughing blood, "the head of the family hired the party on the condition that he would be given five liters of salt for every merchant traveler he killed." The transcript gradually revealed the truth: The Wang family occupied the fort in the name of suppressing bandits three years ago, but in fact they were controlling this secret road through Longru Mountain. The horses in the meadow were transported through the tiankeng secret passage at night and traded with Dangxiang in Maiji Mountain. The business road where Ashina was attacked was precisely to cut off this smuggling line for private salt horses. Yao Kemin looked through the account books found in the secret compartment of the fort. On the yellowed parchment, the regular script with iron paintings and silver hooks recorded a shocking transaction: "In November of the fifth year of Zhenguan, I paid fifteen stones of green salt to the Tuoba tribe, and the Fenghe caravan was completely wiped out." "In March of the sixth year of Zhenguan, I collected 200 war horses from the party to offset the loss of salt tax." There is a half-burned letterhead attached to the last page, and the remaining handwriting is still legible: "... The imperial court will conduct an inventory of the salt class soon, and the ordnance of the Bingshen year will be sent soon..." "No wonder they want to kill our people." Ashina Guduulu rubbed the scar on his chest, "My caravan is all equipped with Fenghe's new saddles." When dusk fell, the horse slaves sat around the campfire for the first time. They held the pottery bowl awkwardly, and did not dare to spit out the hot porridge even if it burned their tongues. Little Donglei squatted in front of a child and drew three circles on the board with charcoal: "This is you, this is grandma, this is the new home." Yao Kemin stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the dots of firelight on the meadow. Wu Meiniang stood quietly aside, with the last page of the account book in her hand folded - it recorded the exchanges between the Wang family and a certain official in the Prince's Mansion. "Your Majesty, next..." "Let the horse slaves recover from their injuries." He crushed the salt grains in his palms, "It's time to meet the old friends in Taiyuan." The night wind swept across the meadow, carrying the smell of green salt and blood, and blew away the last ray of sunset.
I have seen too many people who help Zulong change his destiny after traveling through time. This book is different. The protagonist is currently not participating in the struggle for hegemony and is peacefully developing his own power. Establish schools, develop technology, and recruit refugees. Just to realize the great ideal of China
Apart from mysterious forces, is there any place more popular than the Soviet Union, which fought the Patriotic War in World War II? Let's see how a rookie player grows from a box to a hero of the Soviet Union. Behind the magical game is the truly grand Patriotic War.
Good books are coming! Follow me to avoid book shortage! The protagonist travels through the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty at the beginning. Although he did not obtain the system, he has the knowledge of the past life, so the future of the world changes. The protagonist leads the people to build the future China. The protagonist travels to the past due to an accident at the beginning. The sky collapses at the beginning, but the protagonist with future memories quickly develops power, changes the world and becomes the immortal Su Yi in the future!
It is a non-traditional novel. The story begins with the failure of the Tenth Army before the Long March, which many people don't know much about. The protagonist will build a guerrilla army from scratch in the Jiangnan area. The team will gradually grow through all the obstacles, and will experience counter-encirclement and suppression, the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War. Together with the readers, we will enter those magnificent and turbulent years [Thinking][Thinking]
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In the second book, the fight against the Japanese is clean and exciting, and the characters are also very delicately created, each with its own characteristics.
In the beginning, the Jiaozhou uprising started against Liu Hong. Red, light system, farming development, and the imperial power of the family. The enemy is strong enough, so it is fun to do it. I am determined to fight in a circle along the Han Dynasty, two capitals, thirteen states and one capital, and create a peaceful and prosperous era.
The protagonist's super combat power can also develop military industry, including raids behind enemy lines, special operations, assassination of Japanese commanders and other elements. He can develop military industry to manufacture semi-automatic rifles, combat artillery, large-caliber mortars, rocket launchers, etc., And help Li Yunlong build an Eighth Route Army fist force to take the lead in launching a counterattack in northwestern Shanxi.
"A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend in the world?" In the beginning, he traveled through time and became a blind man and became a street singer. [Er Quan Ying Yue: LV2 (1/10000) Function: Dredge Qi and blood, dredge meridians, remove dampness and warm the body] 1.677 Million words Ending Imaginary Beginning He is a blind street singer who wipes out an entire gang for a penny. He is a drunkard who sleeps in a ruined temple all day long. The dynasty collapsed, the heroes in various places were divided, and the sects became independent. Gangs are fighting against each other, and Kyushu is in chaos. A blind performer wanders among them, composing an unknown story.
The first book is super honest and a must-read. The second book originally had a prequel, but it was blocked by a dark room. The third book starts from chapter 69. It is very popular and full of content. I recommend it.
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