Zhou Lang was young, his bearing bold and his figure striking, a hero of Jiangdong.
Eighty thousand troops went up in a single blaze, flames sweeping the yellow leaves along the shore.
Warships collapsed like clouds, banners flashed past like lightning, blood spilled into the river.
Even Xianyang, after three months of fire, had never burned so fiercely.
I think of his magnificent music, his ear for the tune, and the soldiers’ tents falling quiet as he discussed strategy.
Gongjin and Bofu, gifts from Heaven, were parted from their ruler midway through their lives.
Wu and Shu grew distant, the Han realm fell into turmoil, and an old demon turned treacherous.
Even now, regret remains, and the Qinhuai River murmurs in sorrow night after night.
--------------------Zheng Xie
Although I knew it was a trap, but it ended here, I just want to bite someone to vent my anger orz
After being tortured like this in the beginning, how could anyone still survive? . . . .
Will it be a trap = = I need to be a scammer with professional ethics >_<Author's reply: This pit has been going on for a long time, cough cough - -