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Every inch of land on both sides of the Yellow River is filled with the noble blood of my ancestors. Every foothill in the north and south of the Qinling Mountains is haunted by the lonely souls of my ancestors. It is rare in this world to smile, and we bow to each other on the battlefield. Bleeding everywhere, Jiaoyuan blood. (The new book "Hans in Jinting" has been serialized. Everyone is welcome to read it.) Book club: 622584545

What I look back on frequently is the mountain peaks, and what I never forget is the sea. When Jiang Wei died in the Chengdu fire, the afterglow of the Han Empire completely dissipated. The Jin people stood next to his body and picked out a big piece of gall. They looked at each other in shock. The Western Jin Empire was established as a result of this victory, but where it will lead in the future, the answer is tragic. Forty years later, there will be mourning everywhere, nine states will be devastated, corpses will be piled high, and people will die of hunger like clouds. In this apocalyptic chaos, due to responsibility and destiny, Liu Bei's great-grandson, Liu Xian, the native son of Anle Gong, embarked on a journey to restore the country. He traced the deeds of his teachers and Han ancestors, and met again with the descendants of Cao Cao, Sun Quan, Lu Xun, Lu Zhi, Xun Yu... And other old enemies and family friends. Then, he forged, transformed, and leaped through political struggles and wars. At first, he was alone, but when he looked back, he was surrounded by everyone.