The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand.
This is not a slogan, but an era of extreme despair.
People died of hunger all over the land, and Yizi ate each other. The corpses of the common people were piled up into a monument to the Han Dynasty, but under the monument, no one shed tears for them.
Zhang Jiao, a low-level scholar who could not even eat enough to eat, watched helplessly as his father was whipped to death by officials, his mother starved to death, and his sister was sold. He asked Heaven, but Heaven did not respond. He asked about the earth, but it didn't work.
Until one day, a historical memory that did not belong to this era poured into his mind——
He knew every war, every famous general, every rise and fall of the Han Dynasty. He also knew that in that official history, he would fail and the 400,000 Yellow Turban Army would turn into withered bones.
But this time, he chose to "do it knowing he couldn't do it."
There are no elite soldiers, only farmers who put down their hoes. There is no food and grass, only the desire for a "peaceful world". There are no allies, just a group of desperate outlaws. The strength of the Han Dynasty is not exhausted, there are many famous generals, the Central Army is watching with eager eyes, and the world of nobles is unbreakable.
His only weapons are the historical memory that can understand everything in advance, and the human heart.
Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Tai Shi Ci, Dian Wei, Xu Shu... These talents who should have become the pillars of the Han Dynasty, he wants to tear open the gaps one by one from the cage of foolish loyalty. Every recruitment is a life-and-death game of values.
He wants to place an impossible chess piece on this dead chess piece called "The End of His Energy".
