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In 1737, under the Holy Roman Empire, war broke out in the Saxon-Sudetenland border. The historian traveled through time and became Constantin von Hoffmann, a young border baron who just inherited the title, and started in hell mode-- His father was killed in battle, his private soldiers were destroyed, his territory was desolate and dilapidated, the Leipzig trade route was destroyed, and the Prussian light cavalry raided, burned, killed and looted. The cabinet documents disappeared, and the dignitaries in the court ignored the border people. Even the knight captain sent by the prime minister regarded him as an incompetent junior, and regarded the border war as a child's play. The three-year contract hangs on the wall, the old relationship is not worth mentioning, and surveillance is everywhere. Constantine swore: Use the family's private property to recruit troops and organize the army, and use the blood of the border areas to defend the enemy and defend the territory! Reopen border trade routes, support war with war, and strengthen the army. From the despised little baron to the unshakable iron pillar in the eastern Saxon border; Starting from the broken borderland, the iron cavalry broke through the smoke and the battle flag protected the living people. In 1737, the European continent was turbulent. I, Constantine von Hoffmann, rose from the border and rose up in the troubled times!

Former MSN trader, traveling through California, USA in 2019. The newspaper is on the verge of bankruptcy, its income has dropped sharply, its rent has not been paid, and it is facing layoffs and salary cuts - Arthur is on the verge of the "American killing line", and the next step is to become homeless. When a report went viral, he collected materials with one hand and manipulated the Facebook account with the other, maximizing the power of American public opinion. From the kill line to the industry boss, to the ticket warehouse of Donkey Elephant, it is just his handicap. "Change America? Make the lighthouse shine again?" "No, I'm just having fun." "It's not worth saving here."

Traveling through the prehistoric times, he became the last king of the Tang Dynasty, King Zhou... He is still the last human emperor on earth! The sage's conspiracy started by pacifying the seventy-two princes of Beihai. Fight the gods of the four directions, gather the dragons of the four seas, The fate of the human race brings the world to its center. Fighting with saints is endless fun.

The living dead are rampant, warlords are separatist, and the underworld is collapsing-- As soon as Su Hao opened his eyes, he traveled to the most dangerous version of the "Three Realms" game: The Emperor Yin has fallen, and the underworld has come to a standstill. The living cannot die, and the dead cannot live. Warlords and warlocks refine corpses, Western vampires sneak into the concession, and even the thousand-year-old snake demon at the bottom of the river begins to come ashore to eat people. As a "trainee city god" who was forced to take up the job, Su Hao's equipment was ridiculously shabby: A fire stick, a bunch of rusty soul-calming bells, and a ruined temple that even beggars don't want to visit. The system also issued a death mission-- [Save ten living dead and unlock the authority of the City God]\t But some of the "living dead" are actually corpse soldiers refined by warlords! When the fire stick is upgraded to the artifact [Nine Nether Subduing Demonic Pestle], When the ruined temple turns into a magnificent [Fengdu Palace], Only then did the warlords and warlocks who had ridiculed him realize: In this world, the King of Hell gives him three points, and foreign guns cannot break his golden body. And his merit book is already filled with the names of his enemies-- "If Yin Tianzi does not return, I will still kill through the three realms!"

[Hot-blooded new book] Fu Chen, a modern military doctor, accidentally travels back to 1931 to watch him, who comes from a military family, take the Whampoa exam and fight against the Japanese!

[Farming for Hegemony] Time travel... Still the hostage of a small, poor and weak country. Let's see how an engineering dog mines mines, forges swords and makes firearms in another world, and unifies the entire continent by the way?

Jiang Cheng, a modern border guard, traveled through time and was the son of an officer of the 28th Division of Fengtian. He was forced to get involved in the factional struggle in Fengtian City, and his family gradually lost power. After taking the exam in the martial arts hall, he gradually grew up from a low-level officer: during the September 18th Incident, a non-resistance order was issued... The former Northeastern Army fell apart, and the bloody war of resistance broke out.

[Starting Hell Mode] When the history graduate student opened his eyes, he was transformed into Peter III, the most miserable short-lived tsar in Russian history! He was a good-for-nothing, a cuckold all his life... He finally managed to survive until he came to the throne, and was killed by his wife Ekaterina in a coup six months later? [In this life, my destiny is up to me, not to her] While farming and raising an army in the fiefdom, I was having fun with the Russian court battles - a few years later: Peter III: If I can live to be two hundred years old, all of Europe will crawl at my feet! Ye Huang II: You! Grab it! ! My line! ! !

Xie Wen, director of the 21st Century Workshop, was reborn in northern Shanxi in 1986 - several acres of thin land at home were expropriated by coal mines, and only then did he get what others saw as an "iron rice bowl": a mine security guard. He seemed to be taken care of and well paid, but within a few days of taking up the job, he ran into big trouble: three tons of clean coal were stolen at night, and the blame was placed directly on his head. When the suspension notice was slapped on the table, he didn't even have room for excuses. Others laughed at him for "making a living by occupying land", but he sneered: he followed the clues and found out the real culprit of stealing coal, and even the mine manager looked at him differently; from being a marginalized security guard to contracting mine logistics, he led the villagers to collect mountain products for export; with the east wind of reform and opening up, he turned cinders into real gold and silver. When the barren mountain village turned into a prosperous place where trucks shuttled, Xie Wen, holding a cigarette in his mouth, had no emotions in his heart: In this life, if he were not to be a powerful coal boss, would he be too sorry for the luck of rebirth?