The era of peace has passed. The nine states that prostrate under the mighty golden dragon flag are gradually separated, and the people are struggling in the turmoil and war.
The imperial power had long since fallen by the wayside, and the emptied-out emperor was no longer able to maintain the decadent and huge country. He sadly withdrew from the stage of history in the melee, and the rule of the Han Dynasty was in turmoil. The cavalry stands out, swords and guns quarrel, the Eastern Han Dynasty is gradually disappearing, and the heroes rely on their strength to hunt the Central Plains and compete for the world...
At that time, the people were struggling to survive and were finally free from chaos, while the scholars wanted to be rich and kept their integrity at all costs. The heavy wheels of history are rolling over the prosperous relics of the old era, raising dust and smoke, and moving forward rapidly. No one can stop it.
——"Make friends with famous people, and your reputation will spread." This is what people in Jiangdong said about Sun Ce when he was more than ten years old.
Zhou Yu, who was nurtured by the Cui Wei family and was also in his teens, pressed the strings of the piano in his hand and sat under the poetic parasol tree that covered the sky and filled the ground with poetry. He thought about what kind of young man was growing there by the Fuchun River in Danyang County?
Sun Jian died in battle, and the Sun family was forced by all forces. Sun Ce, who had not yet weakened, carried out his father's last wish, rode north to Huainan, and plunged into the long river of history...