Rebirth: I Am Zhao Kuo: Changping's Conspiracy

When I opened my eyes again, my nose was filled with the smell of smoke and dry earth. I am Zhao Kuo. Not the "paper armchair" loser who has been ridiculed in history books for two thousand years, but a commander-in-chief who has been reborn with modern game thinking. At this time, the deadlock in Changping has reached its final moment. Zhao Jun's food and grass were exhausted, and the soldiers were staring at me with green eyes that were so hungry. In the valley opposite, the God of Death Bai Qi is setting up pocket formations, waiting for my army of 400,000 to fall into his trap.