Lu Yu, a programmer trapped in the 996 grind, was in a car accident on his way home from work and transmigrated into Zhang Fei.
He opened his eyes in Shu Han’s darkest hour: his second brother, Guan Yu, had been driven from Maicheng and surrounded by Wu forces, with supplies exhausted and no hope of reinforcements. According to history, Guan Yu would be captured and killed at Linju in a few days, and Shu Han would never recover.
Lu Yu had only one thought: Go, go now, save him!
What? It was six hundred li from Langzhong to Maicheng, a three-day journey? That was only because they’d never seen project management in the internet age. Switching between two horses, crossing the Jingshan Mountains, traveling light and fast: with Zhang Fei’s unmatched courage and a programmer’s foresight and planning, he cut the three-day journey down to two.
Ahead lay ten thousand elite Wu soldiers led by Pan Zhang, Zhu Ran, and Ma Zhong. Behind him, Liu Feng in Shangyong refused to move. Above them all, Lü Meng had laid a vast, inescapable net.
But Lu Yu smiled.
He knew The Records of the Three Kingdoms by heart. Every ambush site and every weakness in the enemy’s deployments was already mapped out in his mind. He knew history, but history didn’t know he was here.
Three thousand iron-clad cavalrymen, riding through the snow to save his brother.
Wherever the eight-foot serpent spear pointed, the Three Kingdoms story would be rewritten.
