I, Zhao Guangyi, Don't Want to Be a Car God

When Zhao Guangyi opened his eyes, he found that he had become the God of Cars on the Sorghum River in history. Tomorrow we will fight against Youzhou. The history books say that he lost, escaped in a donkey cart, and was ridiculed for a thousand years. He only had three fragments of memory in his hand: the food route, the division of troops, and the night chaos. The main force of the Liao army is rushing here. The defenders in Youzhou City are killing horses to satisfy their hunger. There are people in Bianjing behind who are waiting to see him fall. As for himself, he didn't even understand whether Zhao Kuangyin was killed by his own brother. But he only knew one thing. I'm not fucking Zhao Er. ——There is no system, no plug-ins, and no doctoral supervisors majoring in history. An ordinary college student transformed into one of the most infamous emperors in history. He faced a losing battle. Standing next to him was Zhao Dezhao, who could betray him at any time, followed by Cao Bin, who was settling accounts. The only person he could use was a surrendered general from the Northern Han Dynasty named Yang Ye who had returned to the Song Dynasty less than two months ago. So he burned the original body and drew the formation diagram for half a month. In front of the entire battalion, he said: How to fight a war, listen to the people who fight it. Then he handed over three thousand cavalry to Yang Ye, betting that he would burn the Liao army's food within three days. He won the bet. But then, a secret letter from Bianjing was delivered to Zhao Dezhao. A gift from Cao Bin's people. What was written in the letter, no one knew. And the word "" was the first time he wrote it down by himself since time travel. He didn't know if he could win. But he knew that after he returned, the "Sorghum River Car God" would no longer be written in the history books. If you want to write, write something else.