According to the historical records of the Three Kingdoms, they were all dead.
Dian Wei died at Wancheng, Sun Ce died at Dantu, Guo Jia died at Liucheng, Pang Tong died at Phoenix Slope...
But when Cao Cao's million-strong army marched north and the lords of the realm thought victory was all but certain,
a banner bearing the name “Taishi” fluttered in the wind in the far north of Liaodong.
Behind it, peerless generals and brilliant strategists who had been “dead for years” were reborn, one after another.
Dian Wei's twin iron halberds weighed a thousand jun,
Sun Ce's Overlord Spear was unstoppable,
and Guo Jia gently waved his feather fan, calculating all under heaven.
The lords trembled in fear, and the realm was thrown into an uproar!
“Taishi Ci! Why is your entire army made up of our dead enemies and subordinates?”
Taishi Ci smiled faintly. “Because if I don't let them die, they can't die.”
