Gu Pan Sheng was a humble kite maker. She never expected to work herself to death on the eve of a kite-making competition and transmigrate.
The good news: She transmigrated into the body of the prime minister's cousin.
The bad news: The prime minister fell from power, and she was implicated and reduced to a military brothel worker, exiled to the Western Frontier.
The even worse news: She was bound to a reconnaissance System, whose mission was to defend her homeland.
Gu Pan Sheng's eyes rolled back. What is this supposed to be?
How is she supposed to defend the frontier with an opening like this? She's a criminal now!
And that General Xie Shao, who's said to be ruthless and decisive, keeps eyeing her like a predator!
System: No problem. I'll give you a cheat.
As long as it's within range, it can scout anything, from the terrain and local customs to even the star-shaped grain of sand in this desert!
With the System at her back, Gu Pan Sheng activates her cheat overnight. She goes from a destitute military brothel worker to founding a women's reconnaissance squad, keeping track of every shift in the battle.
As for defending her homeland, Gu Pan Sheng may not know how to fight, but she knows how to build!
Reconnaissance kites! Gunpowder kites! Snake-like crawling kites...
If you can imagine it, she can make it.
Give Gu Pan Sheng a bundle of rags and a tree, and she'll give you an arsenal!
Before long, a legend spreads across the battlefield: If you see a woman with a kite beside the enemy commander, surrender at once!
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Xie Shao is not having it. Why does everyone think of his wife whenever they mention victory, instead of him? He was the undefeated general before she came along!
Gu Pan Sheng: Got a problem with that?
Xie Shao: Of course not! My wife is the best!
[Brilliant and courageous reconnaissance officer x tough-talking, soft-hearted general]
Note: The title is a figure of speech. She hasn't really become a god. This is not a fantasy novel. Kisses~
Theme: Stand on your own feet and grow strong. Women are strong.
