During the Anshi Rebellion, I Was a Refugee

[Counterattack through Time Travel], [Anshi Rebellion], [Proclaiming the Emperor from a Poor Family], [Hardcore Machiavellian Strategy], [Elegy of the Late Tang Dynasty], [From Refugee to Taizu] In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, Tongguan was broken and the prosperous Tang Dynasty collapsed. When Li Huan, a graduate student in the Department of History, woke up, he did not become a strategist who could guide the country, or a general who could turn the tide. Instead, he crawled out from the pile of corpses beside the Shaanzhou Road. Only her mother and sister are left with her. In the front, there were rebel cavalry burning, killing, and looting, and in the back, there were broken troops and bandits crossing the border like locusts. The bark of the trees has been chewed up, the soil is difficult to feed, and eating by exchanging seeds is no longer recorded in the books. The eight-year trajectory of the Anshi Rebellion that he knew so well was ridiculously pale in front of the hunger, cold and death he felt personally. Live, live first! He dragged his sister and mother, struggling like wild dogs through the crumbling ruins of the prosperous age. Knowledge can predict the general trend, but it cannot buy tomorrow's rice. He knew that Guo Ziyi would recreate the Tang Dynasty, but he didn't know if he could survive until that day. This is a journey of survival in the darkest cracks of history. There is no system, no golden fingers, only the instinct to survive, and a heart that refuses to sink into darkness. When the beautiful clothes of civilization are completely torn apart and the bloody fangs are exposed, how can a time traveler who knows the ending find his place in the troubled times? Should we just go with the flow and save our lives, or should we go against the tide of the times and walk a different path? See how a modern soul redefines survival and dignity in a collapsing world.