The First Chaos in History

On the day when the sky lit up, the bronze lamps in Xianyang Palace swayed, the fire in Red Cliff was still burning in the air, and the dragon chair in the Forbidden City had just touched a little morning dew - names from five thousand years were suddenly caught in the same stream of light. No one knew who created the light curtain hanging in the sky. They only saw Ying Zheng holding a bronze sword and standing outside the wilderness of "eating chicken with cold weapons". Xiang Yu's heavy eyes reflected Tang Bohu scurrying around in the "cat catching mice" area in the distance. Those hiding in the shadow of the Ming and Qing palace walls, playing hide and seek, were Kangxi with braids and Guan Yu holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. When the edges of history collide with the strangeness of animation special photography, when the smoke and dust of the Chu-He-Han world are mixed with the metallic sound of armor, even the sky itself is trembling - what it wants is never victory or defeat, but to see how these people living in the annals of history mix the rules into a more chaotic fireworks.