My name is Chen Mo. I transmigrated as an unknown foot soldier on a Three Kingdoms battlefield.
During the bloody battle at Changban Slope, I used my “holographic strategic map” golden finger to dodge the wind of Zhao Yun's spear.
As Zhang Fei roared at Dangyang Bridge, the System suddenly sounded an alarm: “Cao Cao's main force is circling around behind us!”
Risking my life, I handed over a strip of cloth marked with the enemy's movements. Zhang Fei studied it, his expression full of doubt.
The next morning, when Zhao Yun returned with A Dou, I was using a branch to map out a campaign for Youzhou in the sand.
Liu Bei bent down to look closely. “Young man, what does this map mean?”
Behind him, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei fixed me with gazes as cold as lightning.
