I woke up from the crooked neck tree, holding a broken rope in my hand and a three-edged military thorn in my waist. There were 100,000 rebels outside the city, and only 3,000 remnants remained in the city. The eunuch advised me to flee south, and the minister advised me to surrender. I laughed - I was a special forces soldier in my previous life and had never fought a losing battle.
For three days, I re-arranged my defenses and used modern tactics to turn the imperial city into a meat grinder.
One night, I sent death squads to descend from the city and burn the rebel granaries.
The words "I want to live and win" reunited the shattered military morale.
The rebel coach Gao Lie shouted outside the city: Hand over the keys and I will spare your life.
I replied to him with one word: Get out.
When the Canglang Khanate's 100,000-strong cavalry were watching eagerly in the north, when the eunuchs in the DPRK tried their best to destroy me as a chess piece, when everyone was waiting to see the joke of this puppet emperor - I only did one thing: I put a knife on Wei De'an's neck and asked him where the key to the granary was.
This is not the story of a fallen king.
This is a story about special forces using modern military wisdom to cheat and counterattack in ancient times.
Three thousand to thirty thousand is just the beginning.
The real war is behind.
