When Jiang Wei, the last idealist of the Shu Han Dynasty, took over the heavy feather fan from the prime minister in the autumn wind of Wuzhangyuan, a heroic epic that lasted forty years began.
Jiang Wei stood under the afterglow of the sword pavilion, the broken map in his hand making a sound in the wind. Behind him are the devastated rivers and mountains, and in front of him are Sima Zhao's iron cavalry sweeping the world. Everyone said that the Han Dynasty was doomed, and even the young emperor in Chengdu began to indulge in singing and dancing, but he didn't believe it.
He thought of the prime minister's instructions under the light before his death. It was not an entrustment to an empire, but an adherence to an ideal. In the grim records of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", he is nothing but a defeated general who is still fighting against a cornered beast; but in this eternal text, he wants the world to see that even if the stars fall, the afterglow can pierce the night.
