Zhuhanji

Dahan, Guanghe seven years. Outside Luoyang City, dusk falls. My name is Xiang Yun. I was originally a soldier in the 21st century. Due to an unexpected space-time experiment, when I opened my eyes, I was already in this land where the war was about to rise. The hustle and bustle of the city is no longer heard in my ears, but the sound of horses hooves trampling the dust and soldiers shouting. There are no longer tall buildings in front of us, but the setting sun is like blood, reflecting the military flag with the word "Han" in the wind. The soldiers beside him had old armor and looked hungry, and the villages in the distance were deserted and smokeless. When I inquired about it, I found out that His Majesty is indulged in pleasure and favors the eunuchs. In the court, the innocent are expelled and the loyal are betrayed. Far away from the rivers and lakes, the Yellow Turbans are about to be in chaos, the people are displaced, and the world is already in turmoil. This was the late Han Dynasty, under the rule of Emperor Ling. An era in which heroes have not yet risen, the heroes are already dormant, and human lives are as worthless as grass. I lowered my head and looked at the inappropriate clothes on my body, and then touched the item around my waist that had traveled with me but now looked like scrap metal. The road ahead is vast and the way back is uncertain. In this era when the world is about to collapse, I, a lonely soul from a thousand years later, After all, you just go with the flow and let others take advantage of you. Or should you rely on your own knowledge, change your destiny, and write a legend of your own in this troubled time of the late Han Dynasty?