In the 1920s, at the Feng Family Compound in Fengtian City, Northeast China.
"Hmm?"
A young man with a pale face was lying on the bed, his fingers moving slightly.
"'Where am I?”
Feng Yong, who was holding his head, was a little stunned. He had only played King's Poison, but why had the place changed?
He looked around. The red carved bed, the retro decoration style, and the gramophone looked like the style of the " Great Shanghai " on TV.
Damn, where am I?
Suddenly, the world spun, and information flooded into his mind like a tide.
He only came back to his senses after a long time.
"Did I transmigrate?"
Feng Yong got out of bed in disbelief and walked to the mirror beside him.
He was 1.8 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows and a high nose. The figure in the mirror made him believe this fact.
F * ck! Which man didn't have the dream of ruling the world and sitting on the knees of a beauty? He just didn't expect this dream to come so quickly.
Hahaha! I'm going to be rich.
Who am I? I'm Feng Yong, Feng Hanqing, the eldest son of Feng Delin, the warlord of the Feng family. I'm the sworn brother of Zhang Shao Shuai in the northeast. I can do whatever I want!
What little marquis, rich second generation, official second generation, none of them can compare to me, the second generation of a warlord.
Suddenly, he saw the newspaper on the desk. There was a line of big words on it, making him unable to smile.
What was that?
This was not real.
Heavens! You allowed me to be reborn into the body of a second generation warlord like Feng Yong, but why can't you let me enjoy the life of a playboy walking a dog and fighting cocks!
The top line of the newspaper was clearly printed with September 18th, 1931.
This was a day that all Chinese people would never forget.
Because today, the Wei Nation's Kwantung Army had invaded the three eastern provinces, completely tearing apart their hypocritical faces.
What was even more unexpected was that as the highest leader of the northeast, Zhang Shao Shuai actually issued an extremely laughable order-not to resist.
In less than a night, the Guandong Army captured the capital of the northeast, Fengtian, and occupied the three eastern provinces.
The 30 million compatriots in Northeast China fell into deep suffering from then on, and it was not until 1945 that they got rid of this nightmare.
Even though Feng Yong had a Chinese dream of making the country rich and strong, and even fantasized countless times about returning to that war-torn era.
Millions of lions crossed the Yangtze River, chasing Russia to the North, driving Japanese pirates to the east, looting Indo-China in the south, and resisting Britain and France in the west. What kind of ambition was this?
However, he had to be reborn at this f * cking time. First, he had no soldiers, and second, he had no power. What could he do? He probably couldn't even save himself.
Feng Yong knew very well that perhaps the Japanese army had already begun that plan. They had been preparing since the Meiji period. The northeast was only the starting point. The final goal was to conquer Asia.
Although this sounded crazy, he knew that the Wei Nation could do it.
In the past, this island country occupied more than half of China and Southeast Asia. Even India trembled under their iron hooves.
At this moment, his heart was filled with unwillingness. He did not want to die, and he did not want to watch the northeast fall like this.
"Ding! The Greatest King System has been bound!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a novice set, a Type 95 bulletproof vest, a Red Star pistol, and a pair of Nepal army knives!”
A mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind, breaking Feng Yong's worries.
What was going on?
The Greatest King System!
Joy immediately appeared on his face, and he became energetic.
As a person with severe hallucinations, how could Feng Yong not know the necessary cheat codes for people who had been reborn?
However, he felt that it was very strange. Why was it that everyone else had the Invincible Warlord System and Red Alert Base, while he had the Strongest King System? Could it be that he had played too many King Poisons?
F * ck! Could it be that the system wants me to use my sword to kill thousands of Japanese? This scene was simply too beautiful!
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Ah! I want an Enhancer! I don't want Demacia!"
"Ding! This system aims to nurture the host to become the strongest esper of the era..."
With the system's explanation, Feng Yong finally understood that he had thought too much. A treasure sword like this did not exist.
The most fundamental purpose of the Greatest King System was to nurture a strong person who could dominate the world.
Other than occasionally issuing a few missions, the only function he could use was the Exchange Mall.
Whether it was a military general or a spy expert, weapons and equipment needed to be exchanged.
However, there was one thing that was needed to exchange for it, and that was military merits.
"Hiss!"
Feng Yong sucked in a breath of cold air. It was so expensive. Li Yunlong alone cost 500,000 military points.
Even a Mauser K.98 rifle cost ten military merit points.
This was simply a f * cking profiteer!
Now, he could not even change his gun, let alone crush the Wei Nation.
"Ding! Host, do you wish to activate Survival Mode?”
Perhaps the system had heard his inner screams, but that mechanical voice sounded in his mind like the sound of nature. It was so nice!
"Activate! Quickly activate it!"
Just as he finished speaking.
"Ding! Survival mode activated!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the capital to survive! A reinforced battalion of the national tax police, 3,000 M1 Garand rifles, and 10 units of ammunition.”
Oh my god! The strengthened battalion of the tax police corps? That was the most powerful army in the country, and even the German Machinists of some army couldn't compare to it.
The two battles in Shanghai made the Japanese lose their way.
Before Feng Yong could finish celebrating, the system's voice appeared again.
"Ding! Survival mode has been activated. The host needs to successfully defend Fengtian!”
What the hell!
The Japanese had been planning for so long. They would need at least a few thousand people to attack Fengtian. If they only gave him a battalion, they would be sending themselves to their deaths!
'No! I'm not going! I want to escape! I want to live!
"Ding! Survival mode has been activated and cannot be deactivated. Violators will be executed by the system!”
This time, Feng Yong was so angry that he almost could not breathe. He was suffocating.
Do you have to do this to me? It wasn't easy for him to come to this era and obtain a promising identity. Now, he was about to die. System, are you a professional who sends people to their deaths?
'Alright! I agree. Feng Yong was willing to die on the way to charge. At least he could become a martyr.
"Sir System! If you want me to protect Fengtian, you should at least send more people! There were thousands of Japanese soldiers. A reinforced battalion was not even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.”Feng Yong begged.
Right now, he only wanted to live a better life. Whatever moral integrity or character, they were all to be thrown to the side.
"Ding! Survival mode has been activated. Next, everything needs to be exchanged from the store.”
"Ding! Reminder! The tax police corps had a reinforced battalion with four companies and an artillery platoon. Each company had four platoons, each platoon had six squads, and each squad had 14 people. It was equipped with 96 light machine guns, 24 heavy machine guns, and 4 Type 60 mortars.”
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