From the third year of Jian'an to the second year of Zhangwu, we went from Taoyuan, Zhuoxian County to the military tent in Langzhong.
Zhang Fei hid the calligraphy inscriptions, put on the mask of a "reckless man", and forged a seemingly crude but most reliable weapon for Liu Bei's great cause.
"Yan Ren Zhang" was written in blood on the bridge in Dangyang, and his merits were recorded on rocks on the cliffs of Brazil. He carefully calculated every "recklessness".
Until Guan Yu's death, the balance that had been maintained for half his life completely collapsed.
The mask grows into the flesh and blood, and when it is torn off it means death - but those deep ink marks, those unfinished maps of the Northern Expedition, those words carved on stone walls, papers, and hearts, finally pierce the heavy curtain of history and tell the story of a soul that has been misunderstood for thousands of years.
