"Your Majesty, some people think you unified Europe simply by luck. What's your response?" The newly crowned European emperor said indignantly, "They don't understand Napoleon at all. If it weren't for me, who knows how many emperors and kings there would be in Europe. It was I who saved the people of Europe!"

When Pavel Korchagin, the author of "How the Steel Was Tempered," opened his eyes again from his paralyzed sickbed, a steel soul carrying complete memories of the future returned!

He is no longer the tragic hero who was physically disabled but determined and lived a life of regret.

Faced with the bureaucrats' disdain, he astonished everyone with his foresight and insight.

Faced with obstruction from conservatives, he launched a "Five-Year Plan" to outline the blueprint for industrial development.

Faced with Stalin's suspicion and purges, he no longer sat idly by and waited for his doom, but instead launched a thunderous counterattack, exposed the conspiracy, and ascended to the top of the Soviet Union!

The blueprint for the T-34 was born in his hands, and the theory of deep battle was perfected because of him. From the crushing defeat of the Japanese invaders in the Far East to the raising of the red flag in Berlin, he would lead that steel torrent that made the world tremble, crushing all enemies.

This is the story of a hero returning to make up for all regrets and personally creating a red empire with explosive technology, great national power, and red flags flying all over the world!

Witness how Marshal Paul defied fate and transformed himself from a wheelchair-bound hero into the king of the world!

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.