Lin Yue, a military science PhD from the National Defense University and a major instructor in the special forces, missed a step on the day of his thesis defense...
When he opened his eyes again, he was Song Jiang, a prisoner in the Jiangzhou jail.
Looking at Dai Zong in front of him, Lin Yue fell into deep thought.
Liangshan had three thousand men, but only enough food and money for three months. Their weapons and equipment were laughably poor.
All 108 heroes were fighters, but their organization was a complete mess.
With a setup like this, no wonder the imperial court wiped them all out in the end.
Lin Yue rolled up his sleeves. “First, we start with getting everyone to bathe.”
Li Kui: “Brother, you're going to boil Iron Ox?!”
Wu Yong: “What does this ‘dimensional strike’ mean?”
Hua Rong: “Sniping... is that an upgraded version of shooting someone in the back with a hidden arrow?”
Later, when the Jurchen armies marched south, they ran into Liangshan troops armed with flintlock rifles.
Wanyan Zongbi: “There's no way to fight this war.”
