(Gender swap, Uma Musume re-creation, fictional universe) His name is Igor, the last Soviet lieutenant. In 1993, he led his troops and the people in an uprising against the usurper group, defending the rights of the people of Moscow. In the end, he was intercepted and attacked by the special forces set up by the traitor. For the safety of his comrades, he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his own temple... Soviet officers never surrender! More than a decade later, she is a Uma Musume from the suburbs of Tyumen in Western Siberia, Russia. She was raised and trained by veterans of the former Soviet Home Guards 76th Airborne Division. She can run armed raids on the Siberian ice fields, and after finishing, she can carry heavy loads and charge on the frozen ice.

Traveling through the world of the Anti-Japanese War, Lu Chuan was transferred to become the commander of the New Second Regiment, and obtained upgrade entries, [Tactical Master] (gold) [Hit the Mark] (gold) [Great Inventor] (gold) [Morale Boost] (gold)... From then on, he was victorious in all battles, fighting from northwest Shanxi to Changjin Lake. Lu Chuan was either making merit or on the way to making merit. When crossing the grassland, he was just a small squad leader of the Red Army, while Li Yunlong was already the commander of the regiment. When he was transferred to become the commander of the New Second Regiment, Li Yunlong was the commander of the New First Regiment. When he was a brigade commander, Li Yunlong disobeyed orders on the battlefield and was demoted to the battalion commander under him. When he was the commander of the column, Li Yunlong was still just a commander of the regiment... Lu Chuan: "For large-scale military operations, discipline must be strict first. Li Yunlong, please pay attention..." ... Protagonist: Lu Chuan

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/

Having traversed Warhammer 40K, I found myself on the day of the Fall of Cadia! The roar of chaos filled my ears, and before my eyes, the Astragalians were being used as cannon fodder and fed into a meat grinder, with a survival rate of only 0.00017%!

With the Awakened Historian System, I can sense historical moments, record key fragments, and even activate the "Limited Intervention Protocol"—summoning real-world players to bring the Fourth Calamity to this despairing universe!

When players, clad in Kadia armor, crawled out of piles of corpses, shouted "Let's fight the boss!" at the Chaos Egg, used the molten gun like a water gun, and outmaneuvered demons with chainswords, I realized: these guys didn't treat Hell as a battlefield at all; they only treated the Fall of Kadia as a 99.9% realistic, hardcore raid dungeon!

Rescuing dying Space Marines, seizing Legionary data, and leading the remnants to break through the chaos's iron heel—the radiation zone of the Rift Valley holds a path to survival, but also a more terrifying abyss.

All I can do is lead this group of crazy players and, before Cardia completely sinks, use the shady tactics of the Fourth Scourge to pry open a ray of light for the dark future of the human empire!

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.

A soul that traveled through thousands of years, a humble boy, and a mysterious ox cart, their fates intertwined, interpreting a legend of war and battle. Thus began the magnificent new history of the Three Kingdoms.

The decadent empire survived in darkness for millennia.

And today, the original body whose identity was erased officially woke up from the underground of Terra's palace.

He will lead his children, the Blood Ravens, to conquer the entire galaxy for the great Emperor again, and bring back those rebellious brothers one by one!

Don't ***, you are just the captain of the first company of the Death Guard, yet you dare to pretend to be the Primarch!

What are you so proud of, Fu? Come back with me to see my father!

And if you call that broken phone of yours again, I'll break it down!

Why do I have such stupid brothers who only know how to fight!

After finally deducting them one by one,

Menrol, the second son of the empire, can finally sit down and enjoy a can of food!

No, why are there feathers in this can? Holy crap, why is it Horus hand-canned? Why is the ingredient list still Saint Jerome?

So Menlor began his journey to visit the other Primarchs again.

Moen Luoerliu: If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have worried about this ruined empire! My dear father, when will you be able to stand up again? If you really can't, please move aside and let me sit down!

[The rating was lower in the early stages due to suspicion of betrayal, but it won't be the same later on. The author will make changes, please stop scolding!!!]

Luo Lan transmigrated. Armed with a deck of cards that possessed almost omniscience and the ability to summon historical figures, he arrived in this strange world teeming with extraordinary life. Gnolls, centaurs, elves, griffins… Just as the three great empires were entering a period of chaos, the era transitioning from the Middle Ages to the modern era, the situation was turbulent, and heroes rose up everywhere. Relying on the almost supernatural abilities of his deck, Luo Lan proclaimed: "A true man dwells between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long!" —————————————— PS: Low-magic Western fantasy, a world of constant conflict between multiple races, with technology roughly equivalent to the 16th-17th century, where cold and firearms coexist, and magic is rare but powerful; the core plot revolves around building an elite army by summoning great figures from the real world. The protagonist is more of a commander, possessing considerable personal combat strength, but primarily relies on…

The heavens shone brightly, and the era of the gods' rule came to an end. Without the gods' protection, humanity, faced with a great crisis, dug up the gods' tombs, turned over their bones, and stripped them of their clothing. Using the gods' burial objects, they eventually built their own civilization. But as greed grew, the day of judgment would eventually arrive. Humanity would ultimately be destroyed by the fire of its own greed.