After my father died in battle, I returned to Donglai with three goals: put down the Yellow Turbans, train elite troops, and build up a fleet.
Everyone said Qingzhou was a battleground on all sides and would inevitably be swallowed up.
I only laughed. They didn’t understand that Qingzhou’s greatest advantage was its proximity to the Yellow River.
Yuan Shao, scion of four generations of high ministers? Cao Cao, the treacherous hero of a chaotic age?
The moment I crossed the Yellow River by night and brought my army to the gates of Ye, Hebei heard my name for the first time.
From then on, another player joined the game of conquest in the Central Plains, one who should never have existed.
