The End of the Han Dynasty

The Prime Minister's star has set in Wuzhangyuan, and the autumn wind has cut the tops of the cypress trees. The man who had carried the big man for twenty-seven years was gone. Liu Chan cried until he fainted in Yong'an Palace. When he woke up again, there was no cowardice in his eyes - only the soul of eighteen hundred years later, and an emperor determined to change his destiny against heaven. Wei Yan cannot die! The mighty general of the Han Dynasty did not deserve to die by his own sword. Xianbei must be saved! The wolf cavalry in northern Xinjiang is the sword hanging above Cao Wei's head. Is the country too weak? Then recuperate, farm and accumulate food, turn the repeating crossbows into an assembly line, and carve the eight formations into the bones of every soldier. Sima Yi was strategizing in Liaodong, while Soochow was building troops in Jiangdong. Cao Rui thought that the young master of Xishu was just another foolish king, but he didn't know that the young man in Yong'an Palace was using the legacy of Feather Fan Lunjin to mend the broken clothes of the declining Ji Han. Shu Brocade is the blade, Qinghai Road is the string. The moment Zhuge Liannu is re-strung, the three-point balance of the world will fall for him. Restore the Han Dynasty and return it to the old capital. These eight words are too heavy, but he said - I can carry them.