I transmigrated into Gongsun Zan, a frontier commandant in the late Han dynasty. The moment I opened my eyes, I was facing a breakout that was sure to end in death: a few dozen battered cavalrymen, surrounded on a snowy plain by hundreds of Xianbei warriors. According to the history books, he would fight his way out of this battle, only to die at Jie Bridge and meet his end besieged at Yijing.
But he remembered the Book of the Later Han. The encirclement with one side deliberately left open, the double-edged spear formation-breaking tactic, the vanguard and rear guard of Kebineng's forces. A border soldier from two thousand years in the future, carrying every answer from the history books, had returned to this frontier camp, short on armor and food and teeming with fleeing troops.
With seven hundred cavalrymen, he would punch through an army of thirty thousand, accepting surrenders without killing and taking nothing from the people. From frontier commandant to king of the northern reaches, he would rewrite the history books' account of the White Horse General's defeat. This time, no one would be allowed to kill him again.
