Reborn in the Three Kingdoms: The Greatest Military Strategist

Jian'an Year 12, autumn, Liucheng.

The sky was thick with yellow sand. The north wind cut like a blade, carrying the bitter cold of the northern frontier as it lashed against the tattered military tents.

Inside one tent, the pungent smell of medicine mingled with a faint scent of blood, filling the air with a desperate, deathly silence.

Guo Jia lay on a cold cot, his body burning with fever and his breath faint. His once handsome, refined face was as pale as paper, his frame wasted away.

He was thirty-eight years old.

He was at the height of his powers, after a lifetime of brilliance: the greatest strategist under heaven, an aide to Mengde as he swept across the north, and on the verge of looking down upon the Nine Provinces.

But fate was merciless, and Heaven was cruel.

In his previous life, he had abandoned Yuan Shao as a young man and chosen his lord with keen insight, following Cao Cao for fifteen years.

He captured Lü Bu, defeated Yuan Shu, routed Liu Bei, pacified Hebei, and subdued the Wuhuan.

His plans never failed, his schemes never fell short!

People hailed him as a genius. Mengde treated him like a brother. Such understanding between lord and subject was rare in an age of chaos.

He had helped a mere warlord secure the vast lands of the north. He was only one last step away from uniting the realm!

And yet Heaven was jealous of genius!