I, Song Jiang of the High Martial World, Put Liangshan in Order from the Start

I transmigrated into Song Jiang and discovered that this world’s style was all wrong.

Lu Zhishen uprooted a willow tree with one hand? No, he punched half a mountain flat.

Lin Chong, an instructor of the 800,000 imperial troops? Wrong. He was the chief instructor of all 800,000 troops, and had once routed an entire army single-handedly.

And me? I was barely fit to fight.

Looking at a hall full of heroes, each one a human-shaped nuclear bomb, I quietly pulled out the original Water Margin. “Everyone, shouldn’t we talk strategy?”

Li Kui scratched his head. “Brother, what’s strategy?”

Me: “It’s... well, for example, when we surrender to the emperor, could we maybe not kick down the palace gates?”