Lin Yue, a doctor of military science from the National Defense University and a major instructor of the Special Forces, missed the mark on the day of his thesis defense——
When he opened his eyes again, he became Song Jiang, a prisoner in Jiangzhou cell.
Looking at Dai Zong in front of him, Lin Yue fell into deep thought.
There are three thousand people in Liangshan, and they only have enough money and food for three months, and their weapons and equipment are shabby.
One hundred and eight generals can all fight, but the organizational structure is a mess.
With this configuration, it's no wonder that it was eventually taken over by the imperial court.
Lin Yue rolled up his sleeves: Start by taking a shower.
Li Kui: Brother wants to cook iron beef? !
Wu Yong: What does this "dimensionality reduction strike" mean?
Hua Rong: Sniping... Is an upgraded version of stabbing someone in the dark?
Later, the Jin soldiers went south and ran into the Liangshan Army equipped with flintlock guns.
Jin Wushu: This battle cannot be fought.
