The Military Rations He Escorted Became Moldy, and He Went to the Mountains to Fight Against the Bandits in Order to Survive.

Everyone says that I am greedy for life, afraid of death, and afraid of crime. But no one knew that at the moment when the three thousand stones of army rations were rotted by heavy rain, Jiaoliang would cut off the family in half, and return to the capital as the leader of the three clans. The military law of the Han Dynasty was unpardonable for natural disasters, and the imperial power had no empathy. I have two hundred soldiers who died in battle. It seems that I have no choice but to be forced to become a bandit. But in fact, I am working step by step, using rebellion as a chess piece, killing the court to the death, and forcing the emperor to make concessions. The most cruel thing is never a desperate situation, but the cold king's method that never leaves a way out for the living.