The day I transmigrated into Zhang Fei’s body, I was at Dangyang Bridge in Changbanpo. The System warned me: “Host is about to insult Cao Cao. Please use civilized language or your muscles will dissolve.”
I forced myself to swallow the word “fuck” and nearly gave myself an internal injury. After the battle, as I looked out over the devastation, the soul of a modern finance expert awakened within me. From then on, the end of the Han dynasty took a sharp turn: Rule number one in Zhang Fei’s army was no cursing, and rule number two was to establish a battlefield sanitation corps. When the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry attacked, the special forces used disinfectant alcohol to set fire to the enemy camps. Liu Bei read the report with a trembling voice: “Third Brother, you call this being civilized?”
