In 184 AD, at the Battle of Changshe, the Yellow Turbans were defeated. A wounded Yellow Turban soldier who was supposed to die walked into the darkness that history has never recorded. His legendary life began with an ordinary social creature inexplicably traveling through time!
Others write about the stars in the sky, but I want to write about the dust on the ground!
In the past, the Three Kingdoms mostly described heroes and strategist families, as bright as the stars in the sky, but as heavy and deep as the earth, with hundreds of millions of civilians in the dust of history, and few words paid attention to their joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys.
So I want to write about the four words "beheading without calculation" in history, but the vivid "we".
We have been here, lived, suffered, and fought - this world should be remembered!
