What is the spirit of the revolution?

The spirit of the revolution is unity, fearlessness, and struggle!

Let warplanes fly over their heads, let tanks run over their bodies, let flags fly over their land!

Let's win this battle.

With our Kirov airships, with our Apocalypse tanks, with our Iron Curtain devices, with our nuclear missile silos.

It makes even the gods tremble involuntarily at the sight of red!

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This book is also known as "Do You Understand the Value of a Red Alert Arms Dealer?", "Online Acceptance of All Kinds of Battles, Urgent!", and "Let Our Red Flag Fly High in the Wind!"

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P.S.: This book is a Red Alert and Genshin Impact fanfiction, and can be read without any obstacles.

The fjord lay still, its surface undisturbed, reflecting the leaden gray storm clouds overhead. Flocks of ravens circled and swooped, heralding the arrival of an icy northern wind. This was the first sight the protagonist beheld after traversing time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He found himself an ordinary self-sustaining farmer, possessing nothing more than a barren, desolate wheat field. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust, and the world lay fractured. Kings warred incessantly, and in this turbulent, grim medieval era, his foremost task was survival—then, to find a way to end the chaos.

This is a great era belonging to the giant ship galaxy. The multiverse is shattered, and endless fragments of space and land are scattered in the void, turning into an endless sea of broken stars.

Immortal Taoist soldiers, mechanical gods, golden giants, wizard masters...

Countless strange civilizations.

Star sea strange objects, genetic medicine, exogenous armor, floating land origin...

Rare treasures can be found everywhere.

Nether energy shuttle, Nether energy airship, Nether energy airship, frigate, battleship, Star Destroyer, superdimensional mothership...

A fireship with distinct layers.

Across the sea of ​​stars, we start from the fire of human civilization.

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.]

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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.

The goblin mech gallops across the battlefield, the war roar of the orc pierces the sky, the magic arrows of the elves pierce the torrent of steel, and the heavy artillery of the dwarves roars to demonstrate the justice of the caliber!

On the chaotic battlefield, Zhou Xu was dressed in military uniform, ignoring the guys who came from outside the world and claimed to be gods...

"Today, a god must die here, and I swear by my name!"

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The completed novel "Lord of the Ten Thousand Worlds of Civilization"