The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes' tears.
He was born in the dung of the frontier and grew up in the flames of war, but he cherished the simplest loyalty - to be the last garrison of the Han family. From Ding Yuan's tent to the steps of Dong Zhuo, from riding alone in Hulao to the broken halberd at Baimen, the world laughed at him as a slave of the three surnames, but they didn't see him carrying the broken mountains and rivers with the tip of his halberd; the princes scolded him for being capricious, not knowing that he always had the lonely moon of the Han Dynasty hanging in his heart.
This is a war between a lone wolf and the entire clan era, with a warrior guarding the last flame in the clumsiest way. When the red rabbit horse trampled the smoke and dust of Luoyang, when the square halberd reflected the white night of Chang'an, all the betrayals and struggles, pride and fall were tempered in the torrent of history into one sentence:
"Success and failure are all gone... The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times."
Core of the book
A man simplified by history books as "brave but foolhardy" chose to become a warm halberd in troubled times - he would rather break than bend.
