I Am Not as Good as Me

This is a fifty-year bet. The bet is not on the gains and losses of a city or a place, but on a question: In troubled times, should we rely on people or systems? Gao Huan bet on the former. He started out as a letter envoy in Huaishuo Town, borrowed Lou Zhaojun's dowry to buy horses, recruited heroes with a pair of discerning eyes, and won Hebei, Luoyang, and Yecheng by gambling again and again - he won all the chess games in front of him. Yuwentai bet on the latter. He started from the orphans in Wuchuan Town, gathered the remaining troops and entered the Pass. He was not in a hurry to conquer the world. He first established government soldiers, issued six edicts, and determined the standard of Guanzhong - he lived his life as the shadow of the system. The two never met each other throughout their lives and only exchanged letters across the Guanhe River. When Gao Huan's white hair died at the foot of Yubi City, and Chi Le's song died, the last words he left to his son were only one: I heard that the king set up the army, but I was not as good as him. This book is based on official history, describing the dangers of temples, the blood of border towns, and the depth of political intrigues. There is no golden finger or time travel, only two real heroes and a system that has won thousands of years.