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This post was last edited by 丨 Xizhilang°CC on 2015-7-11 at 19:25. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, wars raged without cease; chaos reigned among the court officials, and the whole country was in turmoil. Cao Cao seized control of the emperor and ordered the warlords to attack Jiangdong, aiming to conquer all nine provinces and continue his ancestors’ legacy. Having established rule over Wu and Yue, he commanded countless troops and brought stability to the southeast while facing the Central Plains. His naval forces controlled the Yangtze River, allowing him to resist Cao Cao and Liu Bei and achieve victory at Chibi. With his bold spirit, he conquered Jingchu and Shanyue, drove away enemy forces, and eliminated his foes. With purple hair and beard and green eyes, he could shoot tigers; relying on the Yellow Dragon, his courage and wisdom surpassed those of ordinary people. Who could rival him? He ruled the land for half a century, selecting capable ministers and skilled generals. He dominated Jiangdong completely, living a life full of glory. As time passed, it became impossible to look back. Throughout history, how many have left their names in glory? Their stories are told in jokes and laughter, but those days are now in the past, leaving only eternal sighs. A son should be like Sun Zhongmou—skilled in strategic planning. How many heroes have waved goodbye? There were schemes both overt and secret, open feuds and hidden struggles, all turning into turbulent waves flowing eastward. Don’t you see the battles at Chibi, with wildfires raging and iron chains linking the troops? Nor do we see him defeating enemies in the north or allying with Western Shu to fight on the Yangtze River. He carried on his ancestors’ aspirations, led Jiangdong, stood firm in the southeast of China, gave his all, shed his blood, and achieved great feats. His sword pointed toward the sky. In the military camp, Guan Jin displayed wisdom, while Zhang Zhao offered clever strategies. On the battlefield, Taishi Ci showed bravery, and Gan Ning was fierce—one rider could face ten thousand soldiers. Even though loneliness and solitude accompanied him at times, once he ascended the throne, he faced success and failure with ease. The Iron Cauldron City was difficult to attack but easy to defend; flags filled the sky as hundreds of thousands of troops marched forward. He was skilled at balancing power, had exceptional vision, appointed Lu Su, advised Cao Cao, gathered talented people to achieve greatness, secured the borders, showed kindness, stabilized the army, ensured peace for the people, made the country prosperous and its army strong. He promoted farming, forged friendships with distant lands, planned ahead, allied with Nanyang and Linyi, led troops across the sea, and settled in Yizhou. Beneath the ruined walls, with withered trees, he remembered those days when he captured Guan Yu by the Miluo City. Throughout his life, he stood by the railing, gazing at the Wu sword, sighing at the chaotic times—when would they end? When would the world be unified? He bore no blame for this, yet still aspired to be an emperor. But helplessly, he remained isolated, even among those who were supposed to be allies. His descendants fought among themselves, leaving only regret after a thousand years. In the military camp, soldiers gathered to drink and enjoy music. How many heroes have waved goodbye? There were schemes both overt and secret, open feuds and hidden struggles, all turning into turbulent waves flowing eastward. Don’t you see Lü Ziming crossing the river in a light boat wearing white clothes? Nor do we see Lu Boyan setting fire to the enemy camps, with flames reaching the sky. He was skilled at balancing power, selected capable ministers and skilled generals, worked together to rule the land, listened to loyal advice, rejected rebellious words, established his authority, and used his sword to smash documents. He conquered Jingzhou, resisted Liu Bei, allied with Cao Cao, together they took Xiangfan, defended Yiling, entrusted Lu Xun with defeating the enemy forces, used fire tactics to break the enemy’s morale, secured the rivers, achieved imperial greatness, and established a dynasty—only to see everything return to chaos. Time passed, a thousand years went by, and those who achieved success became mere subjects of jokes and laughter. Don’t you see the battles at Chibi, with wildfires raging and iron chains linking the troops? Nor do we see him defeating enemies in the north or allying with Western Shu to fight on the Yangtze River. He carried on his ancestors’ aspirations, led Jiangdong, stood firm in the southeast of China, gave his all, shed his blood, and achieved great feats. His sword pointed toward the sky. Don’t you see Lü Ziming crossing the river in a light boat wearing white clothes? Nor do we see Lu Boyan setting fire to the enemy camps, with flames reaching the sky. He was skilled at balancing power, selected capable ministers and skilled generals, worked together to rule the land, listened to loyal advice, rejected rebellious words, established his authority, and used his sword to smash documents. Even though loneliness and solitude accompanied him at times, once he ascended the throne, he faced success and failure with ease. He secured the rivers, achieved imperial greatness, and established a dynasty—only to see everything return to chaos. Time passed, a thousand years went by, and those who achieved success became mere subjects of jokes and laughter