The soul from the Bell Chamber of Changle Palace was reborn as a destitute commoner from a humble family in the late Eastern Han.
At the time, the Yellow Turban Rebellion had begun, and the Han Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.
Guan Yu: “General, dare you face me in single combat?”
Han Xin: “Crossbowmen, prepare. Three volleys in succession, fire!”
Lü Bu: “Han Xin, you brat! Dare to take a blow from my halberd?”
Han Xin: “Flank them on both sides. Set an ambush on all ten sides and surround him!”
Han Xin gazed coldly at the assembled warlords. “I built this Han realm with my own hands. If anyone is going to tear it apart, it will be me. You... have no right. Since you don't know how to fight, I'll teach you what real warfare looks like!”
No duels, no generals trading blows. When the God of War marches, not a blade of grass survives!
