"Your Majesty," the newly crowned European emperor asked indignantly, "some believe your unification of Europe was merely a matter of luck. What is your response to this?" He continued, "They simply do not understand Napoleon. Without me, countless others would have become emperors or kings in Europe. I have saved the people of Europe!"

What if Poland had chosen a different path before World War II?

What if communism and the national soul are not incompatible, but rather forged into a sword of revenge?

Poland in 1936 was not destined to be a lamb to the slaughter. Lech Sowa, a young cavalry officer bearing an ancient noble surname yet harboring fervent ideals, saw a third possibility amidst the shadow of fascism and the decay of the old world. He resolutely "defied his ancestors," transforming his family heritage into the capital of an uprising. With exceptional eloquence and an iron will, he built an army from scratch—the Polish People's Self-Defense Army—a true people's army.

This was not a simple red wave. Lech's "Polish People's Communism" was rooted in the soil of national salvation, blending chivalrous honor with internationalist ideals. He navigated between cunning Moscow, arrogant Berlin, and a bewildered West, fighting for a glimmer of hope for the nascent regime in the cracks.

However, this was only the beginning of a legend. While the world believed Poland was already a vassal state of the Soviet Union, Lech's gaze was already fixed on the future. Deep in the Carpathian Mountains, a top-secret project codenamed "Prometheus" was quietly launched; and the apparent obsession with magical weapons like the "Nazi Bell" was merely a carefully woven smokescreen. When Poland's nuclear thunderclap exploded on the Baltic coast, and when bombers carrying the "Knight's Sword" leisurely flew over the Korean Peninsula, the world realized with horror that the game had already been completely overturned by this Central European knight.

From the ruins of Warsaw to the battlefields of Stalingrad, from the flames of nuclear explosions to the covert struggles of the Cold War.

In 1961, before the Berlin Wall was built, East Germany was rife with undercurrents. Lin Zou, a modern-day office worker, transmigrated into the East Berlin black market, becoming a heavily indebted errand boy. His only advantage was a mediocre intelligence system. With the Berlin crisis looming, the Berlin Wall about to be erected, and the new economic reforms and the East-West German trade boom approaching, he used fragmented memories and deduction to preemptively plan: stockpiling and cashing out, cross-border reselling, exporting optical instruments, arbitrage in chemical machinery… He navigated the cracks of the black market, Stasi surveillance, and CCM trade to amass wealth. From a black market underling, he climbed to become the "King of Intelligence," influencing the winds of the Cold War. Until the Stasi came knocking—they wanted him to be an even more dangerous pawn… [Foreign background + era + intelligence system + high IQ] This book is also known as: *Transmigrating to East Germany: Starting with a Life Owed to the Black Market*...

Lin Feng traveled through Daxia and awakened the killing system.

From then on, killing made him a god of war.

Killing, he had a team of ten; killing, he became the leader of a hundred people;

killing, killing, he led a thousand elites.

Kill, kill, kill, he had an army of 100,000 and called you His Majesty.

Now, I have a million strong army, what do you call me?

The country? Beauty?

I want them all!

In the 41st millennium, the hope of the human empire, Regent Guilliman returns.

But this has nothing to do with the mortal legions far away in the Gondva galaxy.

For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor had sat motionless on the golden throne of Holy Terra. He is the Lord of mankind. Fight the darkness with endless armies and millions of worlds.

However, thousands of souls are sacrificed every day so that his soul can continue to burn.

As one of the countless living beings in this era, living under the most cruel and bloody regime you can imagine, enduring eternal carnage and massacre, the cries of pain and sorrow are drowned out by the longing laughter of the God of Darkness.

This is a dark and terrible era. There is no peace among the stars, because in this dark and distant future, there is only war.

When a time traveler raises his head and looks at the starry sky, he will eventually become the Emperor's most important currency, the Astra Militarum, and the greatest general in the Imperial Hammer.

[An incredibly satisfying and exhilarating story! Earth was perfectly fine until a massive rift tore the solar system apart, unleashing endless demons and aliens from its depths.]

Have you heard? That madman is constantly yelling about saving Terra. He's not just a madman, he shouts something about the Emperor every time he kills those green aliens.

Meanwhile, on a battlefield

Lin Feng was so excited when he saw the green-skinned orc he had been searching for that he almost cried.

For the Emperor!

waaagh!

Place of Birth: Bone Sea Identity: Skeleton… In the next moment, Yun Ming, still in a daze, was swept into the battlefield. Thus, a bewildered gray bone was ruthlessly hijacked by fate. What kind of unknowns will he face?

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The world swam into focus through a haze of gray-white mist, the only sound a persistent, dry crackling in unseen ears. Yun Ming’s consciousness flickered, slowly anchoring itself to a body lying flat on… bones. Countless bones, forming a desolate, shifting landscape beneath him. He tried to sit up, but agony exploded through his frame, sharp and absolute. Looking down, he saw not flesh, but gray-white ribs. Above, slender leg bones stretched where his own should be.

“I… am a skeleton?” The thought echoed in the hollow cavity of his skull, a silent scream of disbelief swallowed by the oppressive mist. Around him, other skeletal figures stirred, mindless automatons rising from the osseous sea, only for some to suddenly collapse, scattering back into the landscape like brittle twigs. Death was palpable here, a constant presence reinforced by the chilling whispers of disintegration.

A voice, alien yet intimate, suddenly bloomed within his mind, urging him forward, into the unknown grayness. With excruciating effort, fueled by a primal fear and a dawning, terrifying awareness, Yun Ming forced his fragile new body upright. This was the Bone Sea. This was his new, horrifying beginning. And in this realm of endless death, survival was the only imperative. His journey, fraught with pain and the constant threat of dissolution, had just begun.

Richard is transported to a feudal world teeming with a hundred rival races, reborn in the body of a man named Roland. Here, orcs, elves, goblins... all clash for dominance. Just as he's dreaming of commanding vast armies and dodging pitchforks, the Mount & Blade System descends from the heavens...

In the 16th year of the Jiading reign of the Southern Song Dynasty, Shen Mo, an undercover agent from the modern era, began to manipulate the nation. Countless ingenious schemes, diabolical plots, and ruthless tactics unleashed from his grasp. His modern criminal investigation techniques repeatedly solved mysterious Southern Song cases, while his espionage skills inflicted heavy losses on Liao and Jin spies. As the invincible Mongol cavalry rolled in, his iron-clad army shattered their sweeping power head-on! Single-handedly mending the heavens, averting the fall of the world, this was a war of one man against an entire era!

Synopsis: Build an invincible army out of diamonds and green farts, no, crystals and gas... Commander, Ai Meng is coming! Why panic? I've got plenty of energy and money! A certain commander snapped his fingers, and a space station and mushroom eggs descended from the sky. BOOM! It's an endless journey filled with explosions and laughter. Author: The former Psyduck. "Commander's Infinite Part-time Job Journey" is a reprinted work, with chapters posted by netizens. Recommended link: https://www.xwxguan.com/wenzhang/146/146046/