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

The world here is divided into three kingdoms: the eldest brother is Liu, the uncle of Western Chu, and the second brother is Liu.

The southern army, heading south along the Yellow and Huai rivers, intended to besiege the Han dynasty, but a thief stabbed me and fled.

My sister Zijuan intercepted the thief and killed him at the Wen River.

Yet she knelt by the water's edge, weeping, her sighs unfulfilled, unable to understand her feelings.

The war broke out in Xiayi, and a Han general came out to intercept the Northern Chu.

Even in death, I have found glory; my sister sleeps eternally in my arms.

Why do I look up to the heavens and prostrate myself in mourning? I'd rather be stained with spears and wear golden armor.

Gaixia has also lost the Western Chu, and I am far away by the river, unable to return.

As the sun sets high in the sky, all the people are gone.

Seeing no way out, I sit here in a daze, lost in thought, yearning for a way out.

My life was truly laughable, and my final destination holds nothing of note.

I have also failed my father; let not the world become my subject.

With a will to soar through the clouds and move the earth, I now find myself surrounded by Han people on all sides.

"My mother, though she speaks out, for the Later Lord has already arrived."

Xiang An gently put down his pen.

His handwriting was beautiful, but his eyes held a gloomy, languid look.

"Fourth Uncle, let's go." His voice was hoarse as he stood up and placed a stack of bamboo slips beside him.

Xiang An's eyes were filled with empty tears as he looked at Xiang Lu with immense anguish.

"Let's...go, let's go."

He nodded, helped Xiang An up, and the two of them walked together out of the tent.

......

“Xiang Bo… should be dead.” Liu Ji looked at Xiao He and Zhang Liang and sighed softly. “He… probably knew he would die there, which is why he chose to die.”

“He didn’t want to betray me; I could tell before.” Zhang Liang looked at Liu Ji, his eyes equally weary. “But because he helped me once, he had to betray me.”

"Now, dying at the hands of his own nephew might be a relief for him."

He remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head.

"...I'm the one who wronged him."

“There’s no point in arguing about this now, Mr. Zifang.” Liu Ji shook his head and offered a word of comfort. “The final result of this battle is about to be revealed.”

“I will make arrangements at Dingdu Plain, Your Majesty.” Zhang Liang did not look at Liu Ji, but sighed deeply. “After this battle… I will leave and travel the world.”

"I know." Liu Ji hesitated slightly, but still nodded.

"Before that, I will have Chen Ping, Lu Guan, and Han Xin force Xiang An to the banks of the Si River, west of Hu Ling." Liu Ji and Xiao He walked to the side of the sand table and pointed to a patch of thatched land west of Hu Ling, on the banks of the Si River.

"It should be possible." Xiao He's expression was somewhat excited.

"Xiang An is the last obstacle for Your Majesty. As long as we can win this battle, the Central Plains will be unified in Your Majesty's hands." He cupped his hands in greeting to Liu Ji.

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"Yes, whoever wins wins the world." Liu Ji raised his head, looking at the top of the tent, feeling somewhat emotional and on the verge of tears.

We've traveled a long way and for a long time.

Stroking his gray beard, Liu Ji shook his head and walked alone out of the tent, waving his hand to signal Xiao He not to follow.

“This…” Xiao He stared blankly at the empty tent entrance.

“Let the King rest, Lord Xiao… I’ll head back now.” Zhang Liang stood up, patted Xiao He’s shoulder, and gave a weary smile. “This is the last period of our working together… let’s cherish it.”

"Eh? Lord Zhang...?"

Only Xiao He remained in the tent.

For some reason, he felt a sense of emptiness.

Shaking his head to dispel the feeling, Xiao He also walked out of the tent.

......

"Is it finally coming to an end?" Han Xin smacked his lips and sat down in his tent.

"After this battle, there were few wars in the Central Plains..." He walked out of the tent and looked at the bustling military camp, where everyone had a slight smile on their face.

Han was about to win, and Han Xin knew how happy these soldiers were.

but......

"There's no more fighting?" Han Xin looked at the sky and asked himself, his tone tinged with regret.

He was a man who could only survive through war, but there were other things besides war that he cared about.

He turned and went back to his tent, where he retrieved a flask of wine from under the platform.

"When we meet on the battlefield, let's have a drink, Lord Xiang An..."

Xiang An has always been his confidant.

This has never changed.

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Chapter 999 Returning to the Yellow River

July 15, 202 BC.

The Han's offensive from all sides has suppressed Northern Chu for nearly a month.

On June 21, An led his troops in an attempt to break out from the weaker southern flank, but was immediately pushed back by Liu Ji from the eastern flank.

Then, after a long march, Ying Bu's army joined forces with Lu Wan's army.

From then on, Xiang An had nowhere to turn and no possibility of escaping.

The Han army on all sides forced the Northern Chu army to the west of the Si River, where they could see the Dingdu Maoyuan of Huling City across the river.

Xiang An stood at the front of the formation, looking at the Han army opposite him through his mask.

He could no longer show any expression.

He knew this was his last.

The end of Northern Chu.

"Fourth Uncle." Xiang An removed his mask, and two lines of clear tears streamed down his face without expression, leaving two marks on his dirty face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't lead you to victory."

"...No one will blame you." Xiang Lu looked at Xiang An, who was crying, and felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

He reached out and wiped away two lines of tears from Xiang An's eyes.

Xiang An put his mask back on, walked to the front of the army formation, raised his large halberd, and pointed it forward.

There stood a group of Han's high-ranking officials.

Liu Ji, Xiao He, Zhang Liang, and Han Xin were all there.

"Northern Chu—Soldiers!"

"!" Xiang An roared, his voice filled with sorrow.

"exist!

Even when they were in dire straits, the soldiers of Northern Chu continued to respond loudly to Xiang An's call.

"Follow me—"

"Charge into the formation!"

!

"

Xiang An's roar was heart-wrenching.

"kill--------!

!

"

"kill--------!

!

"

With their final resolve, the Northern Chu launched a desperate and relentless attack on the Han army.

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The heavens and earth trembled, and before the Han army's ranks, an old man with a white beard stood on a chariot, his eyes gleaming brightly.

All the soldiers of the Northern Chu army felt their bodies sink.

Zhang Liang took a deep breath, formed several hand seals, and instantly activated the magic circuits that were already connected to his thought key.

A heavy pressure pressed down on the soldiers of Northern Chu, causing their bones to break and their muscles to snap.

Under immense pressure, Xiang An glared angrily at Zhang Liang.

"Zhang Zifang, you scoundrel!"

"!" he roared, seemingly unaffected by Zhang Liang's magic, and together with Tuan Chi, they raced wildly toward the Han army.

On the distant slope, a figure was running.

"I'm going to...see my uncle..." Yu Meiren's face was tired and tearful, but she was still running.

Han Xin looked at Xiang An, who was spitting blood but still standing there, took out the wine flask from his bosom, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

Then he threw himself to the ground and let out a long sigh.