In the third year of Guanghe's reign, the wind and snow in Liangzhou were as sharp as a knife.
When Huangfu Jianshou opened his eyes, the horizontal knife in his hand was dripping with Qiang blood.
He was originally a special sharp sword for later generations, but once his soul passed through the late Han Dynasty, he became the eldest son of the famous general Huangfu Song.
At this time, it was still four years before the Yellow Turban chaos broke out, and ten years before Dong Zhuo came to Beijing. The world was in chaos, and it was just around the corner.
His father, Huangfu Song, was a master of great achievements. In the future, he would be framed by the eunuchs and humiliated by Dong Zhuo. The loyal family members would become the prey of powerful ministers.
Huangfu Jianshou clenched his sword and looked at the vast Gobi desert in Liangzhou.
In this life, he will not be a filial son who saves his father, but a hero playing chess.
With generals as the base, chemistry as the blade, and Liangzhou cavalry as the minions.
Smelting refined steel, making gunpowder, brewing fire wine, collecting grain and training troops, and gathering Qiang and Hu.
When Dong Zhuo leads the Xiliang cavalry into Luoyang, he will find that the real master of Liangzhou is no longer Huangfu Song.
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"Can the Han Dynasty prosper?"
"I have the final say whether you are happy or not."
