I'm at the End of the Eastern Han, So How Dare the Five Barbarians Invade China!

After transmigrating to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Li Chang’an buys a commandery in Liaodong and becomes its governor. While the eighteen warlords fight rivers of blood in the Central Plains, he leads the people in building beacon towers across the frozen plains. When Dong Zhuo burns Luoyang, he forges iron plows outside Xiangping and opens up a million mu of military farmland. While the warlords bash each other over the Imperial Jade Seal, the snowy fields of Xuantu Commandery receive the bodies of their thirty-thousandth Hu cavalryman. “Report! Fifty thousand Wuhuan troops are besieging the pass!” “Follow Class A contingency plans. Archers and crossbowmen to the ice walls, Iron Pagoda cavalry hidden on both flanks.” “Report! Gongsun Zan wants to annex us!” “Let him come. It’s the perfect chance to test our new spears with the Liaodong cavalry.” Only when Dong Zhuo’s head hangs from the gates of Chang’an do the warlords realize: At some point, north of Youzhou, a black banner bearing the golden character Li has been raised. Behind its three hundred thousand armored frontier troops lie thousands of miles of rippling wheat fields, a southern paradise beyond the frontier. “Gentlemen, you’re fighting over the Han throne?” Li Chang’an says with a smile, pointing his sword at the bloodstained frontier marker in the north. “Not so fast. Let me wipe out a few tribes first...” ...Many years later When the Rouran Khagan, having submitted, kneels to offer a golden saber, > Li Chang’an, his hair white as frost and snow, instead turns to help an old Han farmer whose hands are cracked from the cold. > “Good sir, will you have enough wheat to eat this year?” > Behind him stretch endless golden waves of wheat...