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Xiang Yu retreated all the way to the Wujiang River.
A small boat docked on the shore.
The boatman on the river said to Xiang Yu.
"Although Jiangdong is small, it is thousands of miles away and has hundreds of thousands of people. It is enough for a king."
Xiang Yu said nothing, but the boatman said anxiously.
"May the emperor make a hasty crossing. Now only I have this ship. Even if the Han army comes, it will not be able to catch up."
Xiang Yu was silent for a long time and said slowly.
"If heaven destroys me, how can I survive?"
Back then I brought eight thousand people from the east of the Yangtze River to the west of the Yangtze River, but now not a single one of them has survived.
Even if my father and brother in the east of the Yangtze River take pity on me but still love me, how can I see them?
He said: "My black-collared horse has been with me for five years. It has taken me thousands of miles in one day. It has done a lot of hard work. I can't bear to kill it. Master, please take it away."
The boatman shed tears and took Wu Zima away.
The man wearing a haori smiled, drew his sword and turned around.
Behind is the only way to survive.
But he calmly turned around to die.
Turn your back on life and face death, a heroic ending.
[Yu killed hundreds of Han soldiers by himself. 】
There seemed to be a sigh falling silently.
The sound of Qingwan lamenting accompanied Xiang Yu's dying fight.
Like snowflakes falling, one after another.
[You will be a hero in life, but you will be a hero in death. 】
[To this day, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River. 】
Thousands of years later, on the banks of Wujiang River.
A talented woman passed by here and lamented sadly.
She is a poet from the Song Dynasty who has gone through many ups and downs, and her name is Li Qingzhao.
At that time, it coincided with the transition from the Northern Song Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty.
The Jin soldiers crushed Bianjing City, causing a tragic Jingkang tragedy! !
The two emperors of Huiqin fled south in embarrassment, looking like pigs and dogs.
When Emperor Gaozong and Zhao Gou ascended the throne, he handed over the entire north and established the Southern Song Dynasty.
Li Qingzhao was forced by the situation to flee south.
When passing by Wujiang River, I thought of the overlord of Western Chu who would rather die than cross Wujiang River.
She composed this poem with pain and anger, not just in memory of Xiang Yu! !
She was pointing at the noses of the two emperors of Huiqin and Gaozong Zhaogou and insulting them! !
The overlord of Western Chu would rather die here than have the shame to return to Jiangdong! !
But what about you? ! ! When I stepped across the Wujiang River, I didn't hesitate at all, for fear that I wouldn't run fast enough! !
Do you want face? ! Do you have a face? ! !
In front of the canopy.
Young Li Qingzhao looked up in confusion.
Is that...what I will write in the future?
She smiled bitterly, shook her head slightly and sighed.
"It's a pity that I, a little girl, can't make any changes to the current situation."
Her husband Zhao Mingcheng hugged her gently and said warmly.
"Qing'er, don't belittle yourself. We can do more than this."
The sky curtain shows the blood-stained tragedy to the world, which will not be meaningless.
The unjust king will eventually be overthrown by those who petition for the people! ! !
Heaven and earth have eyes, glaringly watching this vast land.
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The sky slowly turned.
The blood-stained man finally lay on the ground exhausted.
His eyes were already filled with blood, but he was still smiling up at the sky.
"Today, even though I am dead, I am still the Overlord of Western Chu!!!"
He cut his own neck and breathed his last.
died.
The barrage boomed across! !
[Although I am dead, I am still the Overlord of Western Chu! ! ! 】
[The number one overlord in ancient and modern times—Xiang Yu! ! 】
[Damn, I’m sorry, Brother Bang, but at this moment, I still can’t help but have a sore nose! 】
[This is the end of a generation of overlords! 】
[Don't fucking brag, Liu Bang has lost so many times, no matter how embarrassing and embarrassed he is, he can make a comeback. Xiang Yu just lost this time and never stood up again! ! 】
[It is undeniable, but Liu Bang is Liu Bang and Xiang Yu is Xiang Yu. Some people would rather break than bend. 】
[Xiang Yu's face and pride will not allow him to cross Jiangdong. He cannot afford to embarrass that person! 】
[Liu Bang: Ah, yes, yes, I, Pengcheng, lost 560,000 to 30,000, I can’t afford that person (dog head)]
【stop fighting! The person is dying. The dead person is the most important, so let him make a grand exit! ! 】
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The sky curtain continues to play leisurely.
Xiang Yu died.
Liu Bang caught up with him, and when he saw this, he took his body away and buried it.
[So Xiang Yu was buried in Gucheng under the title of Lu Gong. 】
Of course, Liu Bang made some use of the waste before burial.
There was a place called Lu that was still unwilling to surrender, so he cut off Xiang Yu's head and waved it to them as a sign, and then the people of Lu surrendered honestly.
[Lu could not hold out for Chu. The king of Han led the princes to the north and showed Xiang Yutou, the father of Lu, and Lu surrendered. 】
In front of the canopy.
Sitting in the golden light, Xiang Yu looked at each other with Ying Zheng, his eyes widened in shock, and his hands trembled with anger as he pointed at the sky curtain.
"H-How dare he?!"
Ying Zheng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, then coughed and covered his face and suppressed it.
...My Qin II has done a good job.
At the same time, the sky screen gradually freezes.
And the scorching golden light slowly fell, taking away a lingering soul on the bank of Wujiang River.
After death, the soul disappears. While it is still lingering, go for a challenge that you have been waiting for for a long time.
Ying Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the golden light, stood up with his hands behind his hands and looked far into the distance.
"...It's finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The young version of Xiang Yu finally came to his senses and turned around to glare at Ying Zheng.
"Okay you!! So you were waiting for him?! Damn it!! Do you think I'm not worthy of fighting you?!!"
Ying Zheng glanced at him faintly and said gently.
"how could be."
The insults that the young version of Xiang Yu was about to spit out were stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall.
Ying Zheng added slowly.
"——He doesn't deserve it either."
Xiang Yu:?
…
The huge gears turned slowly.
The scattered golden light spread out, and the eyes of all worlds focused here.
After Xiang Yu died on the bank of Wujiang River, he felt that his soul was floating in the deep sea.
After I didn't know how long I was ups and downs, I suddenly opened my eyes again, and the scene in front of me had completely changed.
In this year, Hu Hai came to the throne, Fu Su was granted death, and Meng Tian was brutally imprisoned.
When the First Emperor died, the world was in chaos.
Xiang Yu led eight thousand Jiangdong disciples to the north, and Liu Bang raised his eyes from Pei County.
Qin lost its deer, and the whole world chased it away.
After Xiang Yu realized that he had returned to the past, he raised his head and laughed three times excitedly, his eyes full of scarlet red and pride! !
"Unless God dies, I, Xiang Yu, will cut the body of Liu into thousands of pieces this time!!"
In front of the canopy.
Liu Bang had a complex look on his face, showing a hint of pity.
"Idiot, do you still think that your opponent this time is me?"
Fan Zeng's vision went dark, and he covered his eyes in despair and pain.
"...I have to die to realize this. It's too late!!"
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The messengers' successive urgings to die made Meng Tian gradually feel despair.
He didn't want to believe that Ying Zheng would really kill him.
However, as a general guarding the country and guarding the border, he could not return to Beijing without an order. His Majesty never responded to the letter he submitted back.
Resistance and disobedience is treason.
