In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Sunlight spread across the river.

It looks more like blood.

In the middle of the river.

Five hundred paces away.

A small boat bobs on the waves.

Zhao Yu stood at the bow of the boat.

He was soaked to the bone.

Her hair was plastered to her cheeks and still dripping wet.

On Zhou Yu's side, in the reed marshes,

It was a complete mess, a total tangled mess.

Behind.

The warship is out of control.

The water ghost floats.

Wu Bing was completely dumbfounded.

Between heaven and earth.

Only two people remained.

They gaze at each other from afar.

Zhou Yu was at a loss for words.

I felt like my internal organs were burning.

Distressed.

Lung pain.

My liver hurts.

In the middle of the river.

He wanted to curse, but he didn't know what to say.

Swearing at your mother? That's beneath your dignity.

Calling someone a thief? They're an angel.

That familiar voice.

It rang again.

"Hey, hey—"

"Gongjin—"

Zhao Yu's voice.

They no longer engage in mockery or frivolity.

"Stop sending them, or we'll get reported if we send too many."

"real."

"Look at you."

"My heart aches for you."

ashore.

Zhou Yu swayed.

You can't expect ivory to come out of a dog's mouth.

So narcissistic.

"You bastard! Who's sending you here?! I'm thinking about how to kill you!"

Zhou Yu, after all, did not possess Zhao Yu's amplification ability.

Zhao Yu, of course, didn't hear it and was still indulging in self-pity.

"Gongjin".

"Hate me if you want."

"Kill me if you want."

"It's all in the past."

"After today's parting, I don't know when we'll meet again."

"Harmful--"

"As we part, I don't have anything nice to give you."

Let me give you a poem to commemorate our... ill-fated relationship.

Sending words?

At this time?

What's going on in Zhao Yu's head?

Paste?

Zhou Yu was also taken aback.

He was a scholar-general.

Proficient in music theory.

Good literature.

"If the music is wrong, Zhou Yu will notice."

Hearing the word.

Instinctive reaction.

"Hmph! Pretentious affectation!"

"A mere soldier! What kind of poetry could he possibly write?"

"It's just a limerick!"

Zhao Yu took a deep breath.

[Music track: Opening theme of the 94 TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".]

[Sound effects: Melancholy. Tragic. Maximum sense of historical weight.]

"Ta-da—Ta-da—Ta-da—Ta-da—Ta-da—"

Zhao Yu ventriloquism. ,

Simulated intro.

One strike. Then another. Each strike landed on Zhou Yu's heart.

Then, he opened his mouth.

"The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward—"

"The waves have washed away the heroes of the past—"

momentum.

too big.

Zhou Yu's body trembled violently.

hero?

Who is the hero?

Sun Ce was. Cao Cao was. Liu Bei was. And Zhou Yu, he considered himself one too.

They've all been washed away. Gone. All gone.

It's all fate.

This word... something's not right.

The pressure was so great that Zhou Yu could hardly breathe.

"Right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to nothing in the end—"

Right or wrong? Success or failure?

Zhou Yu clutched his chest.

He spent his entire life fighting for those two words.

The fire at Red Cliffs burned Cao Cao's 800,000-strong army; that was a great victory.

When Zhao Yu was in Jiangdong, at Chibi,

After arriving in Jiangdong, in Jiangdong,

Being tricked by Zhao Yu is a defeat.

He spent his whole life fighting. He spent his whole life calculating.

And the result? Nothing.

It's all empty.

It's all fake.

It's all fleeting.

"The green hills remain, and the setting sun has reddened them many times—"

Zhao Yu raised his hand.

It refers to the distant green mountains.

Pointing towards the sun.

All there,

What about people?

What about those who once dominated the scene?

They all turned to soil. They all turned to ash. They all became fertilizer.

Zhou Yu's eyes were moist, not from emotion.

It is fear.

The artistic conception is too profound.

It was so high that it made him despair.

This is standing at the end of time, looking down upon all living beings.

"A pot of wine brings joy to our meeting—"

Zhao Yu raised his hand. An air glass. A distant toast.

So many things have happened throughout history—

"It's all just a joke now—"

boom!

They're all jokes.

They're all actors.

My resentment, in the eyes of future generations, will be nothing more than fodder for conversation after a pot of turbid wine.

The performance was over. The curtain fell. The audience laughed. They dispersed.

However, Zhao Yu felt it wasn't enough.

This poem is too elegant.

Although Zhou Yu was in pain, he could still endure it.

Let's get something more accessible.

"There's one last sentence!"

"Zhou Yu's brilliant plan to secure the world ended with him losing both his wife and his army!!!"

This sentence definitively defines everything he has done.

That means you've been nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

Even a three-year-old can memorize it after hearing it just once.

It’s over.

It's all over.

This sentence was uttered.

His lifelong reputation as Zhou Yu has become a complete joke.

When people talk about him in the future...

"puff--!!!"

ashore.

That one was dressed in white, as pure as snow.

That dashing and debonair man.

That Zhou Yu, who could destroy enemy ships with a mere laugh.

I finally couldn't hold on any longer.

It collapsed.

A mouthful of blood.

It sprayed out violently.

The robe was stained red.

"Commander!!"

People around him rushed over and helped him up.

Zhou Yu collapsed.

His face was as pale as gold paper, and his breath was faint.

But Zhao Yu, with his eyes still open, stared intently at the river.

That Zhao Yu.

Cao Cao could wreak havoc in a sea of ​​fire, uproot a dead tree to use as a stick, and escape by ramming a ship.

Now... Wen can kill with his words!

This poem.

Cao Zhi couldn't write it.

Kong Rong could not write it.

No one in this world can write it!

They were overwhelmed by force.

Intelligence was being played.

Even his talent, which he was so proud of.

They were also rubbed on the ground.

Zhou Yu raised his hand with trembling hands.

Pointing at Zhao Yu.

Pointing to the heavens.

The old wound reopened. (Jiangling arrow wound)

New blood is flowing in.

"Ji Shengyu..."

With endless resentment,

"He...sheng...yu!!!"

His head tilted to the side, and his hand fell limply.

knock out.

"The governor has fainted!"

"Medical officer! Call a medical officer immediately!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

"Protect the Governor!"

Chaos erupted on the shore.

Crying. Shouting. Running around.

No one paid any attention to the small boat in the middle of the river anymore.

In the middle of the river.

Although Zhao Yu couldn't see clearly, he could clearly see the figure fall down.

shook his head.

"If I were Zhou Yu, I probably would have retired after coughing up blood last time."

"Looks like I still need to practice."

They sat back down at the bow of the boat.

Pick up the oars.

He laughed heartily.

"Mission accomplished."

"I'm gone."