Three Kingdoms: The Yellow Turbans' Last Banner

In the first year of Xingping, the Yellow Turban banners had faded. Everyone in the camp was uneasy, knowing they should have been in their graves by now. The Little Conqueror of Jiangdong was sharpening his blades. I’d transmigrated as the leader of the remaining Yellow Turbans, and stood beneath the flagpole thinking for a long time: either Sun Ce swallows us, or I swallow him first.