Tanks in the Northern Song Dynasty

I'm a little dizzy... Your book sounds so impressive, but in the end you're still working as a lackey for the Zhao family... It's outrageous.

Goodness, this system is amazing! The weapons it produces come with unlimited ammo and unlimited fuel, and it even has tanks and planes. I can accept driving tanks like tractors, but this plane is so easy for anyone to fly. You don't think flying a plane is just about pulling the joystick, do you?

I couldn't stand it anymore. The author has absolutely no understanding of the exploitation in feudal society. To put it simply, all the profitable trades in ancient times were controlled by landlords and gentry. Ordinary people were not allowed to do them unless they sold themselves into servitude.

The buses of four or five hundred years from now are not as good as today's Teslas... It's truly unbelievable.

I'm speechless. The vast territory that the protagonist painstakingly conquered is actually the Zhao family's domain! Conquering such a large territory is less beneficial than establishing oneself as king and thinking about one's own descendants. At least this is a transmigrator with a cheat-like advantage!

I read up to chapter 300. Then I quit. The beginning was alright, the familiar ancient story of a character with a cheat-like ability rebelling. But the middle part turned into a "support the Qing, destroy the foreigners" narrative. Even with a cheat-like ability, they still had to act like pushovers. Ugh.

The male protagonist acts haphazardly, going about his business in a disorganized and chaotic manner. It's unclear what he's up to. If his system is so powerful, why doesn't he just declare itself independent instead of hiding and relying on this and that?

You've written about military warfare like a street brawl. You have spears, right? How about a spear formation? And techniques? Military warfare doesn't require techniques.

To put it simply, there's absolutely no logical thinking. The first three chapters are particularly off-putting. A penniless nobody suddenly pulls out an extraordinary flashlight, especially without any real power to protect himself. Doesn't the author understand the basic principle that almost everyone knows: "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime"?

This is a mindless, fluffy novel with no satisfying moments, only a ton of toxic elements.