In February 184, the modern youth Yuan Shao transformed into Yuan Shao of the Eastern Han Dynasty. At this time, it was more than a month before the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out.
Yuan Shao smiled.
With a distinguished background and a system at his side, I really don't know how to lose!
Everything is true within the range of a strong bow. There is nothing that cannot be solved by firing thousands of arrows. If there is, then do it again ten or a hundred times! ! !
All operations are in vain in the face of absolute numerical values.
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There was heavy fog that night, and the coalition forces of Cao, Liu, and Sun drove nearly a hundred straw boats with the intention of "borrowing arrows."
However, because Yuan Jun's arrows were too dense, every ship was filled with arrows and almost overloaded.
Due to the slow retreat, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan were all trapped in a tight siege and were almost captured alive.
That night, Yuan Shao stood on the shore, watching the firelight in the fog, listening to the arrows piercing the sky, and felt——
This is called time travel.
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Many years later, Yuan Shao, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked down at the officials in the palace, but a trace of boredom flashed across his face, and he sighed lonely: "Actually... I have no interest in the throne. The happiest time in my life was just when I was an official with a salary of less than a thousand stones."
