In the past, Zuo of the Han Dynasty collapsed, and the world was in turmoil. Wei Wu waved his whip to unify the nine states. Wei Wu died, and Wei Wen succeeded to the throne. The founding of the country was called Wei, and Zuo was passed down for more than 200 years. In the early days, the civil and political affairs were brilliant, the martial arts were illustrious, the barbarian guests from all over the world were in uniform, and all the nations came to court, the country was stable and prosperous for a while.
However, the way of heaven is cyclical, and the peak must decline. By the time of Zhaowu's reign, the government's order was in disarray, the emperor was weak and his ministers were strong, cronies were at odds with each other, and power struggles continued. Civil officials are greedy for ink, military officials are afraid of war, bribes are used in public affairs, officialdom is in decline, there are no good ministers in the temples to govern the country, there is no peace in the grasslands and the people follow the officials, the country is in danger, and there are hidden worries.
Moreover, natural disasters come one after another, with droughts, floods, and locusts scourges one after another. The fields are deserted and no grain of rice is harvested. The imperial court not only showed no sympathy for the people's hardships, but also imposed excessive taxes, heavy servitude and heavy taxes, which broke the bones and sucked out the marrow. The people were displaced, the refugees blocked the roads, they died of hunger, they even exchanged their children for food, and their bodies were dissected for cooking. The people were devastated and miserable.
But the dignitaries in the capital still indulge themselves in music and music, live in fine clothes and food, linger on in happiness, and ignore the dangers in the world. The beacon suddenly rises at the edge, the Hulu cavalry knocks at the pass, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the smell is everywhere. The country of the Wei Dynasty has become a candle in the wind, its destiny is lost, and its fall is imminent.
On the occasion of the collapse of the dynasty, all the heroes came together to compete in the Central Plains. The powerful ministers in the temple are trying to usurp the artifact, the knights in the rivers and lakes are determined to help the people in danger, the refugees are seeking a way out for survival, and the tyrants are seeking to seize power and dominate the world. Some may shed their blood to support the country, some may bring chaos to the country for their own selfish desires, some may die for the sake of the common people, or some may march forward in pursuit of hegemony.
The world is a chess game, all living beings are children, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have become a battlefield. The treacherous plots, iron-blooded killings, obsessions of love and hate, separation of life and death, all converge in this apocalyptic chaos. The old dynasty has collapsed, and a new order is waiting to emerge. Who can turn the tide and stabilize the world among the ruins, and write a legend of the troubled times?
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