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

"How is the Northern Chu army doing now?"

"We're finished." Xiang Lu lowered his head and bit his lip, his tone filled with sorrow.

"In the east there was Liu Ji, in the west there was Chen Ping, in the south there was Lu Guan, and in the north there was Han Xin."

"We're surrounded."

Xiang An sat on the bed and fell silent.

"...Heaven is going to destroy my Northern Chu, ah..."

Xiang An raised his head and looked into the tent.

There was no one there, except for Xiang Lu beside him.

Xiang An got out of bed, walked out of the tent, climbed the watchtower, and looked around.

No one is empty.

But there was no way out.

Xiang An returned to his tent, lowered his head, stared at the bloodstains on the ground, and remained silent.

He sat down behind the desk, picked up a clean bamboo slip, and looked at the person beside him.

"Fourth Uncle".

"Help me... grind the ink."

"......it is good."

Xiang An picked up his brush, looked at the empty tent except for himself and his fourth uncle, and gave a bitter smile.

There was almost no one around me.

Their means of survival were almost completely blocked.

Prepare for... a desperate fight.

Xiang An put down his brush and wrote two characters in extremely beautiful small seal script.

"Remembering Home"

Then, I continued writing.

As he wrote, Xiang An murmured to himself.

"You are a descendant of the Chu people, and your father was named Shenwu."

I leave behind lofty ideals, and with a noble name I make my promise.

My brother said, “I have learned of your people, and my father has already seen your true appearance.”

I am blessed with this great protection, and I will cultivate myself to acquire great abilities.

A woman kneels before my father, tears streaming down her face to the southwest.

With its head bowed and neck raised high, it soared far beyond, its face as black as snow as it returned to the great lake.

Winter ice warms and summer dew fades, I sleep and rest by the water to the south.

Later, they came out of the Sishui Mountain called Da Pang Xi, and placed the Mountain Lord on it.

By fighting the mountain god Ji Nuo, all evil spirits and demons were annihilated.

I searched and wandered through the flood, and found the fairy maiden named Zijuan.

My dear father Liang, how pitiful! He stroked the beautiful woman and spoke of Xiang Si.

There were also uncles and brothers who suffered a hundred punishments, their eyes closed and arms bared, sitting beside them.

Time flows like a turbulent river, those that enter the Eastern Sea never return.

The beautiful young girl, though she had a joyful childhood, flew away like a startled bird, dropping its feathers.

I don't know how many years have passed since I left Kuaiji.

In the past, the Qin Emperor was powerful and virtuous, and he unified the six kingdoms and pacified the Central Plains.

He was as wise and capable as Yao and Shun, and his achievements were comparable to those of Yu the Great!

Knowing the suffering of the people and sharing their pain, I devise a grand plan to bring peace both internally and externally.

However, the late emperor died at Shaqiu, and Hu Hai was young and unwise.

The death of the kingdom in Chen County ignited the rage of the common people.

People and steeds are burdened with heavy labor, yet they linger in the palace!

Alas, those who eat the emperor's salary deserve to die, so the people of all nations marched to attack Qin.

Zhongfu said, "Qin stole from Chu; they will return from here."

My elder brother will lead my subordinate generals, commanding the three armies to quell the disturbances.

They galloped across the city and wilderness, their horses galloping, gathering water to comfort Chu in the south.

They crossed the river to the north, but the red banners had not yet caught their eye.

They continued their attack up the Huai River, and were about to leave Hangu Pass to defeat King Chen.

Furthermore, the fall of Linji led to the destruction of Wei and the peril of Qi, while the false king caused chaos and further harm to Qi.

Qi Xin sighed for Zhong Fu and his elder brother, whose paths diverged even as they ground flour.

As I journey to the rolling Yellow River, I recall the people of Zhao who once sang the Ju Ju song.

His words were: "The river waves are red and yellow, and I have awakened again amidst the chaos of war."

Gazing into the distance at the fading yellow light, I sigh deeply; the wounds of the Central Plains have been long and acute.

I naturally wished to have some thoughts to express, but sadly, the masses did not seek anything.

The river soil is stained red with evil spirits, and corpses pile up from west to east.

Tuobei Tacheng is called Dingtao, but the long month has passed and the soldiers have not arrived.

Then a Qin general marched westward, and with his strength, he overcame all obstacles through law.

He left without a word, only to find his father already a celestial being.

I knelt and wept for a long time beneath the city walls, but my strength was insufficient to overcome this obstacle.

At dusk, I stand before a green stone covered in moss; I wonder what it means.

If the starving and dying in winter are so miserable, how can one ascend to the high position of the emperor?

Sitting idly by, I have no thoughts; returning south, I need to cultivate myself.

Fang Yuan must have someone capable, yet he sits high and arrogant.

The smoke of war is about to rise to the heavens, and there are many disturbances both inside and outside the country.

King Huai, having exhausted the calamities of Qin, dispatched his three armies to sound the drums and launch a renewed offensive.

I will join my elder brother's army, but I will meet my uncle Liu Jinlan.

Disliking the filth and seeking to remove it, dispelling the distant virtue and harboring resentment.

Undeterred, I marched north to attack Qin, but upon reaching Pengcheng, I encountered a fork in the road.

My brother ordered me to go west to Hangu Pass, and I myself went to cross the river to conquer King Kezhang.

Although Chu had won at Julu, they were still distracted and did not think of crossing the river with their flags.

He seized the opportunity to coerce the feudal lords from afar, and with a do-or-die mentality, he placed himself in a perilous situation.

His military prowess is not worth mentioning, yet he came from the west to attack Qin.

My elder brother angrily reprimanded me, his words so eloquent they could endanger Qin.

You have set aside your attack and distance yourself from me; you ask your elder brother:

"Zhang Xizhong's father was defeated and killed in Dingtao. Should he have received retribution?"

The foul language is condemned without being spoken, and its application is used for all things in the world.

The letter was sent from the north across the Zhang River, where the king's army of 200,000 perished.

But look at Uncle Liu Xi of the Southern Route, who attacked Wuguan and was swiftly defeated by Yun.

He entered the pass and broke through Lantian, but ultimately died on the throne of Xianyang.

Again, we see Ziying assassinate Zhao Gao, and Liu surrenders the seal of office to the fallen Qin.

There has never been a Qin emperor in all of history; only the second generation has passed away.

The Northern army marched together into Hangu Pass, and held a banquet at Hongmen to invite Liu Bang.

Xiang Zhuang, the traitor, intended to assassinate someone, but instead returned the feudal lords to their homeland at Ba Shang.

The remnants of Qin left no room for the new dynasty; they followed the example of King Zhou and burned Xianyang.

The west is the seat of the world, the east is the seat of the great, and the brother is enfeoffed throughout the world.

I fear I will not resent the people, and I am surprised to ask my brother why.

The old words are just that—old words. Why must the Central Plains undertake this journey?

I gaze upwards, my fingers weaving cloth, and my voice echoes through the night.

The Central Plains were suddenly divided into eighteen states, all of which eventually fell to the Western Chu and settled in Pengcheng.

We are outside the walls of the Yuan'an military camp; we will not enter the city to discuss our plans.

It is also said that the northern border is disturbed by foreign forces, and I will lead three thousand men to quell them.

Upon returning, I heard that Peng had insulted Chu, and I am indignant that my three thousand men are not safe in the Central Plains.

The remonstrance was made to fight a distant battle on the Zhongshui River, and upon reaching Chenghui, they attacked the three Qi states again.

Hearing that my brother has wiped out Dingtao, I am deeply troubled and cannot return home immediately.

Words are useless now; let us unite in our thoughts and fight a distant battle in the eastern region.

Victory or defeat is of no concern to me; I will flee and destroy my own kingdom of Qi.

The destruction of Yan also brought Liaodong under control, and the encirclement was completed, marking the end of Northern Chu.