Traveling through the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Meng Zhao became a giant one foot in length.
After studying in the mountains for six years, the master left a bamboo leaf and then floated away: "Go down the mountain."
He shouldered the three-pointed two-edged sword and threw it at Cao Cao.
This year the Yellow Turban Uprising swept the world, and Cao Cao was still just a small cavalry captain. Lu Bu was still under Ding Yuan's tent, and Zhuge Liang was still nursing his baby.
Meng Zhao led more than a hundred rural warriors carrying hoes to join the army. The whole camp was laughing - a bunch of mud-legged people can fight?
He locked people up and practiced for ten days. In Qingni Valley, one hundred versus five hundred, a fire burned down Bocai's grain road, and everyone came back alive.
The whole camp was silent.
From that day on, Cao Cao began to look at him seriously.
Fighting the Yellow Turban, pacifying Yanzhou, welcoming the emperor, fighting Lu Bu - Meng Zhao always stood behind Cao Cao, training his troops, fighting for him, and cleaning up those noble families who refused to obey.
Xun Yu asked him: To what position do you want to push Duke Cao?
Meng Zhao smiled. He knew that Cao Cao would not dare to take the step of proclaiming himself emperor until his death, but he did not intend to wait that long.
"Ming Gong, it's time for you to change your name in this world. If you are called names, my subordinates will bear them for you."
From the commander of the village to the general, from being laughed at by the whole battalion to making the world tremble.
Lu Bu hated him to the core, and the first person Zhuge Liang wanted to see when he came out was him. Liu Bei said that it would be difficult for this man to achieve hegemony unless he eliminated him.
And Meng Zhao just wants to rewrite that period of history - let Cao Cao live and wear the dragon robe, and let those who don't deserve to die live.
