Liu Cheng traveled through time.
Travel to AD 184, the first day of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. His identity is that of a Han clan member - the last descendant of a distant branch on the third to last page of the genealogy. There is no system, no golden fingers, and no portable grandfather.
His only weapon is to remember the fate of every famous general of this era in his mind.
Tian Yu is just an unknown young man from Yuyang now. Zhao Yun has not been to places other than Changshan. Zhang He sat on the bench under Yuan Shao. Xu Huang is wasting his youth on a small warlord who is destined to be destroyed.
- He knew they would eventually go down in history. He also knew where they stood at the fork in the road before their names went down in history.
Before anyone could react, he poached the people one by one.
Then he took this lineup forgotten by history, established a firm foothold in Zhuojun, swallowed Youzhou, and faced Cao Cao. Everything seems to be moving forward along his memory - the Three Kingdoms are fighting for hegemony, heroes are emerging in large numbers, and his advantage is gradually disappearing.
Until that day.
The altar that had been sleeping deep in his soul for a hundred chapters finally opened his eyes. There was a silent figure standing in the hall - not a general from the Three Kingdoms, not anyone from this era.
It's Bai Qi. It's Han Xin. It's Wei Qing. It's Li Jing. It's Yue Fei. It's Jiang Ziya.
All the best soldiers and counselors in China for five thousand years are waiting for him.
