Yuan Shu of the Three Kingdoms: Recruiting Yan Liang and Wen Chou from the Start

He was a special forces soldier, codename “Fang,” who had clawed his way through countless deadly battles and saved the lives of an entire squad. On his final mission, he took a bullet in the back for a teammate. As mud filled his mouth, one thought crossed his mind: All six brothers made it out alive. That's enough. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a bed beneath ornately carved beams. The scent of medicine filled his nose, and a maid's tearful, joyful voice reached his ears: “My lord, you're awake!” My lord. Eastern Han. February of the fifth year of Guanghe. He had transmigrated into Yuan Shu. It took him three seconds to accept reality. It wasn't that he wasn't panicking; panicking was useless. The battlefield had taught him to think about how to bear the weight first, even if the sky was falling. Then he calmly assessed this body, this identity, and this age on the verge of upheaval. The Yellow Turban Rebellion was one year and one month away. Dong Zhuo's entry into the capital and the chaos that would engulf the realm were six years away. Yuan Shu declaring himself emperor, abandoned by everyone and dying after vomiting blood, was sixteen years away. He had time to spare, but none to waste. From Runan to Luoyang, from scion of a great family to regional warlord, he would use the mind of a modern special forces soldier and the skills he'd honed among the dead to carve out a path utterly unlike the one recorded in history. He would recruit top talents who had yet to make their mark, build a disciplined and battle-hardened army, and make his moves before anyone else. As for that fate of becoming “a dried-up skeleton in the grave”? Forget it. He would show everyone that no defeat was predestined. There were only battles left unfought.