In the twenty-third year of Yong’an, the mightiest ruler of the Great Zhou passed away. Under the terms of his final decree, the empress took command of a million troops, and the thirty princes were exiled to the barbarous borderlands. It was called a fiefdom, but in truth, they were being sent to die.
The twentieth prince, Zhao Feng, was out of favor and had no backing. He had endured in silence for twenty-two years and was one of the least remarkable among his brothers.
But none of the princes knew that an ancient legacy was awakening deep in his mind. The armies of Xiang Yu, Lü Bu, and Li Shimin… legendary forces whose names shook the ages, all waited to be awakened one by one.
Yet the army Zhao Feng drew was the lowest-rated of them all: the Liangshan Army.
One hundred and eight heroes, divided by complex factions and lax discipline, with an overall combat rating of C+.
Others laughed at his terrible luck, but Zhao Feng looked at the lousy hand he’d been dealt and smiled.
Who says a C+ hand can’t win an S-rank game?
