I, a modern history buff, woke up and became a wasted soldier on the frontier of the Ming Dynasty.
From the day the "Universe Master" system was bound, gunpowder turned into missile blueprints, and the cavalry was equipped with steam war horses.
Huang Taiji? Blast into ash. Sea coachman? Sink the ship.
The nobles of Europe are trembling, but the dragon flag of the Forbidden City has been planted across the seven continents.
Zhu Youjian asked me on the throne: "Master, why is this globe so small?"
I smiled and looked at the stars——
The system prompts: "The civilization promotion mission is started: The solar system belongs to the Ming Dynasty.
Intention: Go get the paper quickly and squat down to start.