Three Kingdoms: at the Beginning of Wuzhangyuan, the Prime Minister Went Crazy Killing

Twenty-six years old, liver cancer is in the advanced stage, and the doctor said there are still three months to go. Chen Yuan left the last bit of money for cremation expenses. In the rented house, he lit seven copper lamps - the life-extending method Zhuge Liang used back then. The flame is blue. He didn't expect to succeed. When he woke up again, he was in the military tent in Wuzhangyuan. Wei Yan stepped out and extinguished the main lamp, Jiang Wei knelt in front of him, and everyone was crying. He looked down and saw his hands - thin, old, and trembling. In the bronze mirror outside the tent, there was a face he was very familiar with - Zhuge Liang. The five Northern Expeditions were all defeated, and a hundred thousand troops were trapped on the front line. The DPRK and the Central Government were tired of war, the treasury was empty, and Wei Yan and Yang Yi were at war with each other at any time. He inherited a certain death inning. He didn't accomplish anything in his previous life, and he didn't want to be a waste in this life. He doesn't know how to fight, but he studies Chinese medicine. Iron plows, stirrups, gunpowder, water channels - these things he had read about in books were dimensionality reduction attacks in this era. But he soon discovered that the real difficulty was not winning the war, but how to survive after winning the war. The swords in the court were sharper than those on the battlefield, allies were more difficult to defend than enemies, and his body was collapsing bit by bit. Someone asked him: You are a person from time travel, why are you so desperate? He said: I left nothing behind in my previous life. In this life, I want to try.