I Transmigrate as the Prince of the Zheng Dynasty, and You Want Me to Fight the Tartars?

Zheng Sen transmigrated. The good news was that his family had so much money they could rival a nation.

The bad news was that in a little over a decade, he’d have to go fight the Tartars.

Looking at his puny arms and legs, and the five-mile-long stone bridge in front of his family home, Zheng Sen sank into deep confusion and melancholy.

Hold on! You want me to fight the Tartars? They all have powered armor. How am I supposed to fight them?

But then he thought of the servants around him, his mother, and his father, and made up his mind!

Right! The first two were the main reason.

Damn it!

Then I’ll fight! A true man should live proudly beneath heaven and earth. How can I spend my life languishing beneath others, especially foreigners? We Han men will never shave our heads!