Daming: Torrent of Steel

Chongzhen thirteen years. Daming's last breath was still hanging in his throat. Engineering student Su Chuan traveled here. What he got was not fine clothes and fine food, but ruins all over the ground, a black pot that couldn't be cleaned, and a low-quality gun that could explode at any time. This year, the Battle of Songjin was imminent, and Li Zicheng was outside the pass. The court is quarreling and the refugees are eating dirt. Everyone is waiting for the moment the building collapses. Suchuan didn't want to die, nor did he want to kneel. He is just an engineer. He doesn't understand poetry and poetry, and he doesn't talk about benevolence, justice and morality. He only believes in two things: Precise caliber, and mass-produced justice. From the purification of the first pound of sulfur to the first armored train rushing out of the capital. He used the coldest industrial logic to forcibly add a steel backbone to this mortal dynasty. "Suchuan, can you repair this fire gun well?" "It can't be fixed. But I can build a louder one."