The moment he crawled out of a pile of corpses, Han Yan knew there was only one kind of person who could survive to the end in this chaotic age.
He transmigrated into the body of a foot soldier under Yuan Shao. Wuchao was ablaze, Cao Cao's iron cavalry trampled the camp, and his odds of survival stood at 0.37%.
Just as a blade was about to fall, the One-Man-Army System activated: kill enemies to earn points, slay generals to level up.
No powerful allies, no family connections, just a chipped ring-pommel saber in his hand.
He carved a path through the enemy, raised an army, swallowed up local strongmen, and carved out a domain of his own.
Guandu, Red Cliffs, Yiling: he witnessed every legendary battle and crossed paths with every famous general.
Liu Bei wanted him to join, but he refused. Sun Quan tried to recruit him, but he shook his head. Cao Cao tried to destroy him, but the more they fought, the stronger he became.
After twenty years of bloodshed and war, he rose from a supply soldier to the King of Jing, ruling southern Jing Province.
The realm was divided into three, but he claimed a fourth share. The last share bore the surname Han.
The author's writing is good. Except that the math was taught by a physical education teacher and he miscalculated the years from the sixth year of Jian'an to the twentieth year of Jian'an, there is no big problem.
The author's writing is good. Except that the math was taught by a physical education teacher and he miscalculated the years from the sixth year of Jian'an to the twentieth year of Jian'an, there is no big problem.