The turbulent waves of Wujiang River are still clearly discernible. It keeps rolling, telling people endless feelings of overlord. ...

The power of Xiang Jun is pulling the mountain, but the lonely water is powerless. Although I was defeated, why did I abandon my concubine and cry?

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He finally broke through, covered in scars and with fewer brothers around him. The sunset hangs quietly in the horizon, very heavy, very heavy.

Night fell quietly. He and his horse stood alone on the cold bank of the Wujiang River. The autumn wind lifted his messy hair and wrinkled it into a pool of Wujiang water. His resolute face was full of fatigue. He recalled what his uncle said when he was young: "It is as wrong to sacrifice one person for Qian Qian as it is for Qian Qian, but you must make a choice." Yes, tonight. He looked back at the camp not far away, which was once brilliant and now decadent. He couldn't bear to think again, just stroking the sideburns of the horses around him with his hands, looking at the still clear Wujiang River, and the tiger's eyes felt a little swollen, and he quickly turned his head to one side. ...

Meteors can light up the dark night sky, and small water droplets can also reflect sunlight. Hearing the endless groans of people all over the world, he was filled with lofty sentiments. With bloody fingers caressing the mountain as a harp, and the water of a thousand rivers as a sound, he led 8,000 soldiers in Jiangdong to embark on the road of anti-Qin and break Wang Jun. He had the heroic spirit of a stag breaking the bridge and the great righteousness of not killing Liu Bang at the Hongmen banquet. When he found that his glory was actually at the expense of the people's suffering, he suggested to Liu Bang: "There are only two Hungarians who are a few years older in the world. I am willing to compete with Hanwang and not suffer from the world. " It's a pity that you are so loyal, but you get an ambush on all sides.

There is a boat floating on the Wujiang River. It is the curator of the Wujiang Pavilion. Overlord hesitated. He heard the gurgling sound of Wujiang River. He shook his head. He is ashamed to face his elders in Jiangdong, and he can't leave his brothers around.

"Your majesty is exhausted, so he can't live with me." She said to him, "Life is your man, and death is your ghost." He watched as she raised her sword and rubbed it on her white and pink neck. Helpless, the attack of alcohol made him helpless. For the first time, he felt that the color in front of him was so harsh. It once gushed out from the enemy's neck, but now it has dyed the jade yellow shirt of his beloved woman red. Mud slipped silently. ...

The enemy flooded in. He pushed the dark horse onto the raft and said calmly, "In the afterlife, we are still brothers." He got up and rushed at the enemy. Through layers of blood. He watched his black-eared horse cross the bottomless Wujiang River and watched his brothers fall one by one. He understood, what's the difference between the giant deer in front and behind them and Gaixia? Chu Han was just a game of chess.

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost." He did it. He has no regrets about himself. He raised his sword with tears in his eyes and a smile. ...

The flowing water of Wujiang River is still so clear, maybe only it can understand all this. It seems to keep shouting: overlord, the shadow you wield with your sword is still the sonorous shadow of mountains and rivers; Overlord, the curve of your head is still the beautiful curve of Changhong. ...