Troubled Times and Fierce Fighting

Traveling through the late Ming Dynasty, the beginning is hell. There are no system beeps, no magic weapons descending from the sky, just a bowl of bran porridge that almost went rancid, and a group of hungry wolves staring at your throat. Zhang Chengye's first lesson is not to strive for world supremacy, but to stay alive. From a hungry citizen to a frontier soldier, he crawled out from a pile of dead people and knew that in this world where the gentry eats meat, the bandits are like hair, and the slaves are slaves, only the coldest blood, the hardest bones, and the most understanding of people's wrists can gain a foothold on this scorched earth. This is not a cool article, this is a record of survival. There is no Long Aotian-like sweep of thousands of armies here, only a step-by-step hard-core game: Food, grass and people's hearts: How to use a bowl of gruel to destroy the enemy's morale? Politics and balance: How to walk the tightrope between the three major forces: gentry, frontier army, and refugees? Intelligence and Penetration: How to leverage the entire northwest officialdom with one account book? From the Hexi Corridor to the hinterland of Longyou, he used an iron fist to reshape order and used deceit to deal with the great powers. While Shi Shu was still entangled in the party disputes in Jiangnan, he had already built an iron wall on the edge of the desert to isolate Hu Chen. This is the story of a small person redefining "order" in a collapsed order.