Lu Lin traveled to the Middle East and found himself involved in the Third Middle East War.

He could have lay down, but the enemy tank had hit his face, so he had no choice but to lead his troops to fight back.

With the help of the cheat, he could easily see the enemy's deployment and the commander's position, so -

"Follow my orders! Bearing 2-6-5-0, distance 6,500 meters, aim at that hill!"

"Angle correction 2-0! Grenade! Instantaneous fuse! Shoot!"

“…”

Then he won by accident.

"This...this...is it so simple?!"

Many years later, when he looked back again, he had already transformed from an idle prince into the Minister of Defense. Just as he was lamenting the impermanence of life, his personal guards had already brought him a throne to rest on and a yellow robe to keep him warm.

He couldn't help but sigh: "You guys...are causing me so much trouble!"