After I Retired from the Three Kingdoms, the Han Empire Fell and Cao Cao Panicked

The blue bricks of the Chancellor's residence were stained with blood, and Cheng Yu's cold laugh still rang in my ears. I had only advised Cao Mengde to put off his southern campaign, yet he took my tiger tally and demoted me to guard the camp.

But can someone tell this chaotic age: how is the fire that will incinerate an army of eight hundred thousand currently hidden inside Zhuge Liang's feather fan?

As a camp guard handed me cold rice, he lowered his voice. "Mr. Xiao, do you really believe that so-called 'history'?" I touched the tattered pages of Records of the Three Kingdoms I'd brought from the modern world. The words "Crushing Defeat at Red Cliffs," their ink still fresh, stung my eyes.

At midnight tonight, I'm sneaking into the grain depot. Even if they mistake me for a traitor and cut off my head, I have to drag Cao Cao's warships three feet back from the Yangtze!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.