When the Doctor Uses A Hack - Chapter 665: He Deserves the Perfect Score (Added 3 for Alliance Hierarch Soft-Spoken Little Fairy)

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

- Description from novelbuddy

Gods and demons fought, the worlds collapsed, only eternal immortal realm, lasting in the world.

After eternity, a god of war named Zhao Yun condensed the heavens and the earth, recast the cosmos, from the blue to the earth, marked the eternal immortal realm, in the name of the god, the king is over the world.

Since then, what he said is a myth.

- Description from MTL

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.

Hell Ghost Wang Wannian is born again, smiling and proud!
What?
Are you a soldier, will the tank drift?
You are a master, can you give birth to dragons and tigers?
You are a superman, can you call the wind thunder?
Excuse me, I am not targeting anyone, everyone in my eyes, it is rubbish!

- Description from Uukanshu (translated)