[Farming + Village + Hegemony + Violent Joy + Military Generals + No Revenge Left Behind]

"Fengzi, do you want a wife?"

"Wife? Village chief, I want her!"

"If you want, join the army! Follow the rebels! Give them wives and food!"

"Okay, village chief!"

......

Three years later.

"The emperor of the new dynasty returns home in glory? Passing by our Zhaojia Village?"

"Hey! Fengzi...are you done with the battle?"

"No... No, oh my god! Meet His Majesty the Emperor!"

......

The introduction is weak, please read the main text!

He traveled through time to Dagan and became the crown prince, only to be met with a partial father who only loved the prince born to a concubine! No matter how great his achievements were, they were all ignored!

Seeing them teaming up with the court officials to frame him, Qin Ming was furious. The Crown Prince of the Empire? I quit!

Far from the capital, he led his troops into Lingnan, developing industry! Arming the army! Boosting the economy! Suppressing the Southern Barbarians! Connecting with Tibet! Building ships to Southeast Asia, establishing a legacy that will endure for generations!

At this time, the court suddenly realized that Qin Ming was shining wherever he went when he was not in the capital! But without this prince, the court was in a bigger and bigger hole!

Emperor Gan was anxious: "Come back, Beimang can no longer defend itself!" The ministers were panicked: "Your Highness, please come back! The court can no longer afford the deficit!" The Ninth Prince: "Brother, I will give you the throne. I can no longer sit on it!"

(This is a cool article, not a brainless one, written by an old author who updates frequently, so feel free to read it.)

In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.

[Middle Ages, lords, alien races, gods, pirates...]

As a bandit leader, Lin En had no obligation to change this era.

But he unexpectedly got a baron's commission and became a fake lord.

Farming, road construction, mining, steelmaking, recruiting followers... Build a territory and a strong army that transcends the times!

Sorry, I'm not a lord, but I want to blow up this ignorant and backward lord era.

In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.

Emperor Gabela: The Imperial Army is invincible on land.

Orc Chieftain: Each of the tribal warriors is as good as ten.

Emerald Elf King: The forest ranger never misses his target.

President of the Horn Bay Alliance: The alliance fleet is the undisputed ruler of the sea.

A mysterious organization: The prophesied era will eventually come.

Paul Graman: I am not targeting anyone, everyone here is trash.

The journey of crushing the low-magic plane with guns and cannons begins...