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The most powerful emperor's mind in history has settled into the body of the most powerful general in the Three Kingdoms. When Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes in Yanzhou in 1944, where would history go? Is he going to make the same mistakes again, or... Is he going to make new rules with his own hands? ------ "In the autumn of 194, Cao Cao conquered Xuzhou, and Chen Gong and Zhang Miao welcomed Lu Bu into Yanzhou..." Zhu Yuanzhang analyzed from the perspective of future generations of prophets: This was the best opportunity in Lu Bu's life. Sitting in Yanzhou, with Yuan Shao in the north and Liu Bei in the south, it was enough to compete with Cao Cao. But what did he do in history? Closing his eyes, historical data quickly flashed through his mind: After Lu Bu entered Yanzhou, he once forced Cao Cao into a desperate situation. However, due to his short-sightedness, improper employment, and lack of military discipline, he was eventually killed by Cao Cao, and he could only flee to Xuzhou in embarrassment to join Liu Bei. "What a pity." Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, "If you let me come..." With this thought, it grows like weeds. He began to deduce in his mind: If he were Lu Bu, what would be the first step? Integrate internal affairs, strictly enforce military discipline, contact Yuan Shao, stabilize Liu Bei, seize the moral high ground, and package "rebellion" into a "righteous act"...

In 219 AD, the sky in Jingzhou collapsed. The famous general Guan Yu was in a desperate situation, and the wheel of history turned at this moment. Guan Ping, trying to save the sky, Jingzhou saves his father. Holding the sword and heading north, the most magnificent epic Northern Expedition of the Shu Han Dynasty began. The twin swords of the empire were unsheathed: Zhuge Liang marched out of Qishan from Xichuan; Guan Yu and his son marched out from Jingzhou with sharp swords from the east, pointing directly at the Central Plains. Zilong's spear picked up thousands of troops, and Yide's blood spilled in Chang'an. From the duel between Yongliang cavalry to the final battle of national destiny on the banks of Luoshui River, this is a journey paved with blood and fire. In the winter of the eighth year of Jianxing, Jishui was freezing cold. Guan Ping was stationed in the Central Plains. In front of him was the final madness of Sima Yi's hundreds of thousands of mourning soldiers, and behind him was Li Yan's undercurrent of the grain and grass game. When the ink on Jiangdong's alliance letter was still dry, Lu Xun's sharp blade was quietly pointed at Jiangxia. The iron fist on the eastern front has not yet fallen, but the war on the southern front has already begun. Zhuge Liang rushed to the rescue at starry night, but what he faced was that half of the defense line collapsed. The blood is still cold under Luoyang City, and the waves of the Yangtze River are raging again. This time, there is no retreat. Guan Ping's hand holding the chess piece paused slightly - was he going back to put out the fire and letting Sima Yi resurface? Or is it a desperate bet that the man's luck can withstand two fatal blows at the same time? The ambush troops in Cuilongyu have set up their nets, and Jiangxia's navy is setting sail. The fate of the Three Kingdoms was shaking violently at this moment. But what no one knows is that in the deep palace of Yecheng, the blood stains coughed out by Cao Rui hide a third, more deadly knife... Will he win the Central Plains, or will he lose everything?