In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"Your Majesty!"

On the bank of the river, a boatman shouted.

That was the head of the Wujiang Pavilion.

"Your Majesty, quickly board the ship!"

The village headman, filled with anxiety, shouted to Xiang Yu atop his black horse, "Your Majesty, although Jiangdong is only a thousand miles in size and has a small population, it can still serve as the foundation for Your Majesty's resurgence!"

"Your Majesty, please board the ship quickly, we will return to Jiangdong. I am the only one who has a ship capable of crossing the river; all the other ships have been destroyed by me. When the Han army arrives, they will not be able to cross!"

Xiang Yu was taken aback, but then smiled.

"Crossing the river?"

"...There's no need for that."

He sighed at the pavilion chief.

"Eight thousand men from Jiangdong followed me, Xiang Yu, across the Wujiang River and marched westward, but now not one has returned... Even if I cross the river and the elders of Jiangdong are willing to accept me and make me their king, what is the point?"

His eyes gleamed with an impossible, complex light.

"I have failed the elders of Jiangdong and the sons of Western Chu."

He said this from the bottom of his heart, with genuine feelings.

To the west behind them, they could already see more than a thousand Han soldiers pursuing them.

He glanced back, dismounted, and, leading his horse, walked to the side of the Wujiang Pavilion Chief.

“Black Steed… has been with me for years. On its back, I was invincible.” He stroked Black Steed’s soft, smooth fur and lowered his head. “…It shouldn’t have died with me.”

"Take it with you."

He handed the reins to the ferryman at Wujiang, then picked up the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd and headed west.

Yu Meiren stood beside Xiang Yu, without saying a word.

The ferryman of Wujiang has already driven away on his horse, Wuzhui.

"Yu... the only one I can't let go of... is you..."

The Han army and the last remaining Western Chu army clashed.

Almost every soldier in the Western Chu army was capable of fighting ten men, but the Han army was determined to destroy the Western Chu army.

Xiang Yu's fate was sealed.

"This is my last, Yu."

Xiang Yu placed the long sword under his neck, while with his other hand, he ruffled Yu Meiren's hair.

"This is the ending I deserve."

Xiang Yu closed his eyes and forcefully slit his own throat.

A savior machine should not exist in times of peace.

That's it, that's fine...

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Xiang Yu fell to the ground.

But, in this last glimmer of hope, when Yu Meiren knelt and wept.

Xiang Yu... saw it.

The foresight led to its activation during Xiang Yu's final moments.

He saw it.

His face, which had been filled with regret, suddenly turned ferocious.

"No—no, pfft—"

Xiang Yu suddenly struggled to his feet, his gradually dissipating pupils filled with shock and confusion.

Why—why—!?

Why would you tell me this at this time?

"Yu—Yu!" Xiang Yu convulsed and grabbed one of Yu Meiren's hands.

"Lord Xiang Yu!?" Yu Meiren hugged Xiang Yu, clutching his hand in despair and anguish.

"Go, go—"

"Don't let... Xiang An—" Xiang Yu's life force was rapidly dissipating. He held Yu Meiren's hand, and tears of pain and self-doubt appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Why did you only tell me this now?

However, Xiang Yu could no longer bring himself to ask those questions.

Blood had almost drained from his neck, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

The poppy cried out in despair, transforming into a shower of blood in her agony.

However, Xiang Yu left her with a task at the end.

In any case... in any case...

Yu Meiren's flesh and blood were reconstituted in the rear of the Han army, and she ran westward crying.

On the Wujiang River, the black horse standing at the bow of the boat suddenly let out a mournful neigh.

Then, he took the leap.

It sank into the rolling river along with its overlord.

......

Xiang An commanded his army to advance eastward, where they had already clashed with Liu Ji's main force and were about to make formal contact.

However, at this moment, Xiang An received some news.

"Xiang An, Han troops have appeared to the north, coming from the river!" Xiang Lu burst into Xiang An's tent, his face still covered in sweat.

"North?" Xiang An frowned and stood up. "When was this news sent? And roughly where are they now?"

Xiang Anjun is currently located east of Xiayi, on the west bank of the Sishui River.

"The news from this morning has arrived; there are many of them! They're being transported by water!"

The two walked quickly to the sand table, and Xiang Lu pointed to the Wen River and said.

"We're in this position now."

"Twenty li east of Dingtao..." Xiang An looked at the sand table, his breathing becoming rapid.

"...Fourth Uncle." Suddenly, Xiang An felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and involuntarily took a step back.

"We've been tricked."

"......What?"

Xiang An took another step forward and lay down on the sand table.

"It's Han Xin, he came from the north, it's Han Xin!" Xiang An's voice trembled slightly as he pointed towards the Wen River.

"The source of Shaoshui is connected to the Wei region. After they retreated from the north, they went directly to Shaoshui and then traveled south from Shaoshui... into the Yellow River."

Xiang An tapped the sand table.

"Then we set off from the south bank of the river, entered the Wen River, and headed east until we arrived at Dingtao."

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"No... I have to contact my elder brother... the King of Western Chu, as soon as possible!" A strong sense of threat rose in Xiang An's heart, and he slammed his fist on the sand table. "We must complete the encirclement before we are surrounded!"

"us--"

"Report—"

Before Xiang An could finish speaking, he heard the messenger's long, drawn-out voice.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

"What is it? Speak quickly!" Xiang An recognized the spy he had sent to the east and glared at him.

"Western Chu...Western Chu is gone!"

Xiang An was stunned.

"...What did you say?" He took two steps closer, looking at the scout in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, Western Chu is gone. I only learned of this the day before yesterday after bypassing the Han army's defenses. Yesterday, they suffered a defeat, and King Xiang Yu of Western Chu fled south with a small remnant force. I estimate he is already..."

Xiang An's breathing became rapid and erratic.

The things in front of him blurred, and Xiang An felt a wave of dizziness.

"Puwa—"

Another mouthful of blood gushed from Xiang An's mouth and nose.

"Xiang An!"

! ”

"Your Majesty!"

Xiang Lu and the messenger were terrified and quickly helped Xiang An, who was coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.

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Chapter 997 Han Envoy

Xiang An's old wounds from Dongjun City were severe, and he had just triggered them again on the battlefield in Xiayi by forcibly activating his magic. They had not yet healed, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood again because of this news.

"Big brother...big brother...fourth uncle..." Xiang An hugged Xiang Lu's upper body, looked at Xiang Lu, and asked with narrowed eyes, "How could he...how could he lose so quickly?"

"How could we lose so quickly...?"

Xiang An took the white cloth handed to him by the spy and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose. Xiang Lu helped him to sit down and he tried to relieve the burning pain in his chest by taking deep breaths.