I Transmigrated to Advise the Young Marshal as a Master Strategist

Jia Xu, the Three Kingdoms' master schemer, served six different lords in his lifetime and died peacefully at the age of seventy-seven.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become a gofer in a bandit den deep in the mountains of Northeast China.

The ramshackle outfit had about three hundred men. Its boss was Zhang Laoliu, a former butcher.

There was also a sour-faced scholar who chattered all day, and a pockmarked accountant who kept sneering.

Jia Xu lowered his head and chopped firewood, thinking: Even the bandits from two thousand years ago were more capable than this lot.

Then he heard two words: Zhang Xueliang.

That year, the Young Marshal was twenty-seven.

Jia Xu was fifty-two, but in a body that looked to be in its early twenties.

In the Three Kingdoms, he had helped Zhang Xiu surrender and then rebel, made Cao Cao hate him and want him at the same time,

and lived to a ripe old age under Cao Pi.

In the Republic of China... he wanted to see if this Young Marshal was worth speaking up for.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.