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The dream of a petty official, the journey of a general, such a contradictory fate fell on Lin Xiu, a young man from Lincheng in northern Liaoning. He won the first place in the county examination and entered the school, and was favored by his master who gave him the nickname Zhongyi. He originally expected to become rich and wealthy, marry a beautiful woman, and live a happy life. Unexpected changes occurred unexpectedly. In the confusion, the frontier disaster occurred. Lin Xiu changed from a student to a soldier. He took off his student uniform, put on his chainmail, put aside his strategies, and picked up a long sword. Tempered by blood and tears, Lin Xiu became famous for his Zhongyi. He became a talented general in the eyes of the emperor, and a cold-faced butcher in the eyes of the barbarian Tatars...

Gou, whatever. Coward, incompetent and weak. The casual and incompetent Zhao Fan unexpectedly came to the land of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty where heroes were numerous. In terms of martial arts, he could not lift a two-pound kitchen knife. In terms of intelligence, he was still counting the money after being sold. In order to survive, Zhao Fan tried his best to hold back his head and accidentally discovered his only capital to survive in the world - shamelessness! Liu Bei, you claim to be benevolent and righteous, but I treat you as a grandson and respect you. This is nonsense! Cao Cao, you are treacherous and cunning. I treat you like a grandson and you are a fool. This is nothing! Yuan Shao, you belong to a noble family, and I treat you like a grandson and flatter you. This is nothing! Yuan Shu, you are greedy for power. I treat you like a grandson and obey you. This is nonsense! Dong Zhuo, you are awesome, I will worship you as my grandson, this is nothing! Sun Jian, you are so powerful that I can follow you as a grandson. This is nothing! A few years later, Zhao Fan, who was free from the crowds of talented people, stood in Hulao Pass. Looking at the heroes, Zhao Fan slapped his butt and laughed: "For the sake of fame and face, rushing to see the King of Hell, you are really a 250-year-old brother and a 38-year-old ronin!" After finishing speaking, all the generals behind him said in unison: "Young Master, you are wise and mighty!"

In the vicissitudes of troubled times, a life may not last more than a hundred years, and some people may dream of entering a high hall, or their bones may fall into the dust. There is also an ancient saying: A man should be like a dragon and colt soaring into the sky. As a general, he can gallop on the battlefield. Falling, no trace of dust, leaving, soul-breaking sunset...