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The cold light of the screen is still on in the office late at night. Li Jin rubbed his swollen temples. As a top strategic consultant in the country, he had just completed a project report on "Modernization of Ancient Military Systems." Thunder roared outside the window, and a dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the night sky. When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by burlap tents, adobe walls, and a smell mixed with musty smells and herbs. "Brother Jin, you're finally awake!" An anxious voice rang in my ears, "Duke Cao's army has sent to Xuzhou, and Xun Wenruo is recruiting talented people. This is an opportunity!" Chaotic memories came flooding back - he was now Yingchuan Li Jin, also known as Zhixing, a poor scholar whose family was in decline. And deep in his mind, there is another memory from the future imprinted on him. The third year of Jian'an, 194 AD. In order to avenge his father, Cao Cao launched a bloodbath in Xuzhou. And a rebellion that could overthrow Cao Cao's foundation was about to break out in Yanzhou. Li Jinqiang sat up, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes. "Prepare pen and ink, I want to submit a letter."