[Transmigration + Special Forces + Wu Dalang + Rewriting History]
Transmigrating into Wu Dalang, Wu Bai snaps Pan Jinlian’s neck just as the poison is about to reach his lips.
After killing Ximen Qing, Wu Bai grabs the two heads and heads for Liangshan. In this world, there’s no law, only the strongest fist. When Song Jiang is grandly advocating surrendering to the imperial court in the loyalty hall, Wu Bai overturns the wine table in front of everyone and cuts off his black head with a single stroke.
“The imperial court wants us to be dogs, but I’ll be damned if I don’t lead you all as wolves!”
I burn the imperial decree offering amnesty to ashes, and the hundred thousand government troops break and flee at the foot of the mountain. When the northern cavalry tramples across the border, I’m already leading Liangshan’s band of tigers and wolves on a sweep across the Central Plains. We repel the Liao in the north, campaign against Fang La in the south, and plant banners reading “Uphold Heaven’s Way” across the north.
On the Dragon Throne in Dongjing Bianliang, the new emperor asks Wu Bai in a trembling voice what he wants.
Wu Bai steps onto the stone stairs of the Vermilion Bird Gate and smiles faintly. “The Wu Dalang who used to sell flatbreads has come to demand justice.”
