Hammering the Ming Dynasty

In the twentieth year of the Wanli reign, a bitter winter was drawing near. That year, Li Rusong was about to lead his troops east. On the eve of this turbulent age, an unforeseen variable appeared, one that should never have existed. He Ying, a man with no past, entered the meat grinder that was Liaodong. From the start, he was dressed in rags. Just to get a full meal, he sold himself into a death camp. But he refused to become expendable fodder for the powerful. If this world was rotten to the core, then I would make the rules anew. The strongest fist makes the rules. The sharpest blade is the law. Beginning with the seizure of a suit of iron armor from a household soldier, he step by step climbed to the pinnacle of power, treading across mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This time, there would be no regrets and no humiliation. Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever rivers flow, all shall tremble beneath my iron hooves! I am He Ying. I am the backbone of the Great Ming!