With the rise of feudal lords, exceptional talents emerged from all corners of the land. There was Zhuge Liang, known as the Crouching Dragon; Zhou Yu, famed for his feather fan and scholar’s cap; Pang Tong, the fledgling phoenix; Jia Xu, the master of deadly strategies; Xun Yu, a talent fit to serve a king; Guo Jia, whose cunning was peerless; Sima Yi, sharp-eyed and calculating; and Lu Xun, the brilliant youth of the Southlands… These strategists could command armies on the battlefield or govern and secure the nation from within. With but a single plan, rivers of blood could be unleashed—this was the battlefield of the strategists. Because of a single recruitment edict, Jiang Wen joined this unique arena, a contest reserved for the minds of strategists, to pursue great ambitions alongside the likes of Sun Ce, Zhou Yu, Lü Meng, and others.
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In September of the year 189, at the end of the Eastern Han dynasty, Dong Zhuo marched into the capital. Emperor Shao, Liu Bian, was deposed, and King Liu Xie of Chenliu ascended the throne as Emperor Xian of Han. Under the pretense of supporting the puppet emperor, Dong Zhuo sought to seize control of the court and command the mighty Han dynasty.
The following month, Dong Zhuo, the very man who had installed the emperor, poisoned Empress Dowager He and from then on wielded authority over the realm. Cao Cao’s attempt to assassinate Dong Zhuo failed, forcing him to flee Luoyang and prepare a manifesto to rally the nation to arms.
After General-in-Chief He Jin quelled the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the lords of the land, already mustering their forces with ambition for power, saw in Dong Zhuo’s actions the fulfillment of their own unspoken desires, a step they had not dared to take themselves.
The Han had lost its sacred deer, and now the world would chase after it together.
At this moment, the deer was closest to Dong Zhuo.
Fuchun County, located in Jiangdong and under the administration of Kuaiji Commandery, was a prosperous land. Beside it lay an inconspicuous little village.
On the fertile, dark earth, golden wheat spread across the abundant fields, the plump grains promising yet another bountiful harvest this year.
Amid the moist soil, a young man, his back to the azure sky, was cutting sheaves of wheat.
From the thatched cottages built on the stone dam within the village, wisps of blue smoke curled upwar