“The Battle of Red Cliffs? More like the Battle of Hell! Those aren’t ships, they’re walking corpses crawling around!”
“Damn it! Zhou Yu’s fire attack is burning everything alive, not just Cao Cao’s army!”
“History can go to hell. This apocalypse is the real Three Kingdoms!”
Narration: On the charred earth, the twisted wreckage of dragon ships let out eerie groans. Zhang Fan clutched his chest, burned by shrapnel, and watched the heroes of old turn into malformed monsters amid the ruptures in history. His heart held nothing but boundless despair and a sliver of frenzied longing: to survive, and to figure out what the hell was going on.
