Gaowu Three Kingdoms: Mission Impossible Begins

When I woke up, I traveled to the Three Kingdoms of my dreams. I wanted to rely on historical knowledge to cling to the big boss's lap and try to follow the dragon's footsteps. Until I saw, Zhao Yun shot up a gentian spear into the sky, turned into a hundred-foot silver dragon, and killed seven in and seven out of Cao's army; Lu Bu Fangtian waved his halberd, and a sea of ​​fire burst out from under the hooves of Red Rabbit's horse, tearing a crack in the sky. I looked down at the patched leather armor on my body and the rusty ring-shou knife in my hand. This horse riding... Is it the Three Kingdoms of Gaowu? And I am just a cannon fodder undercover who will soon be sent to die in the Yellow Turban Army? The mission is simple: lurk, wreak havoc, and wait to die. But I didn't expect that the dying Tiangong General Zhang Jiao, who was called the demon by the world, would stare at me with his eyes that seemed to be able to see through fate at the last moment of his life. "The sky is dead... Huang Tian is not the right way..." "Boy, this volume of the true biography of "The Art of Taiping" and the unfinished cause and effect of thousands of fellow practitioners are entrusted to you." "Remember, what you see... May not be everything." At this point, I have become the biggest anomaly in the Three Kingdoms of Gaowu. Cao Cao regards me as a serious problem and wants to get rid of it quickly; Liu Bei wanted to recruit me to support the Han Dynasty; Sun Quan wants to unite with me and share the world. And I, holding the last legacy of the Yellow Turban in my hand, stand in this troubled world where gangsterism reigns supreme and counselors call the shots. I want to ask: In this world, are only descendants of aristocratic families and famous generals worthy of competing? The anger of a common man can overturn mountains and rivers.