Cornerstone of Hegemony: Liaodong Rises

On the day he traveled through time and became a Yellow Turban pawn, Zhang Jiaoggang died of illness in Quyang. Seeing the scene of the refugees eating grass roots, I turned around and led 30,000 people straight to Liaodong. After ten years of farming, he pioneered Liaodong; he immigrated to the peninsula and built hundreds of cities. On the day Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang, the granaries in Liaodong were piled like mountains. In the camp, Taishi Ci wiped his painted halberd, and Jia Xu performed on the sand table. The three thousand soldiers of Wenyuan Pavilion are walking around with dragons and snakes, and the armor of one hundred generals in Wuying Palace reflects the moon. "Youzhou," I drew blood on the map, "it's time to close the net." Gongsun Zan stared at the Iron Buddha Tower rising on the horizon and finally believed it. Under that black-and-golden-dragon flag—— When 200,000 armors broke through the border, the Xiongnu Chanyu's scimitar was stained with the blood around his neck.