After Traveling Through the Ming Dynasty, He Became the Emperor of the World

This is an epic book about "from dust to stars". At the end of the Ming Dynasty, drought locusts appeared together, and refugees blocked the roads. The slaves outside the pass watched eagerly, and there were endless fights in the court. A modern aspiring young man traveled through time and fell into a cauldron that was about to collapse - becoming a refugee leader who could be suppressed by the army at any time, cheated by the wealthy gentry, and attacked by the hungry people. There is no golden finger system, no royal bloodline, he only has a group of hungry brothers and the knowledge to build a firearms workshop. While others rely on coercion to rebel, he first seizes iron, saltpeter, sulfur, craftsmen, and grain roads; while others rely on human lives to fight, he uses queues, trenches, firearms, rewards and punishments to train the ragtag into an iron camp that dares to challenge the frontier troops head-on. From the first blow of the iron ladle in the ruined temple, to the three-shot blunderbuss in Heilin Ao to repel the pursuers, to the erection of the loyalty monument and the banner of the iron camp in Wo Niu Ao - every step he took was on the edge of a knife. The wealthy gentry called him a thief, the civil servants borrowed their swords to kill him, and the military leaders wanted to devour his soldiers. But every encirclement and suppression would only make his workshop bigger, military discipline more ruthless, and his territory more stable. And when he gave himself the name "Hua Xianming" in front of the Martyrs' Monument, everything really began. Hua, is the glory of China; first, is the ancestor of the ancestors; inscription, is the inscription of remembering - remembering the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for China, remembering those brothers who fell, and also remembering where you came from and where you are going. From the refugee camp to the sun never setting, from half a spoonful of bran water to the coming of all nations, this is the collision between a person and an era. The firearms blasted away not only the shield carriages of the official army, but also the Iron Curtain of an old dynasty. When everyone in the world felt that the Ming Dynasty was hopeless, this refugee leader crawled out from the pile of corpses.