Live Huaxia: Opening dialogue with an emperor through the ages

In the picture, a Hongmen banquet started with a high profile, but ended hastily.

Just like the ending of the Chu-Han struggle for hegemony, there is no such thing as a positive
Confrontation, a decisive battle for life and death, there is only hopeless ambushes, only the hero has no way out.

The heavy snow all over the sky disturbed people's sight, and also brought the curtain to this story.

Looking at Gao Yang and Zhang Liang's leaving figures, Xiang Yu still harbored a ray of doubt in his heart.

Who is that mysterious short-haired man?
At the same time, Fan Zeng, who came behind him, angrily dropped the pair of jade buckets that Zhang Liang brought up at the end.

"Why is Yafu like this?"

Seeing this, Xiang Yu raised his eyebrows, and said without changing his face.

Fan Zeng's face was full of resentment, and he said with anger in his tone.

"Liu Bang, it will become a serious disaster!"

If you don't kill him today, it will be difficult in the future. "

Hearing this, Xiang Yu's tiger eyes flashed with a little complicated color, and he said with a slight sigh in his tone.

"Yafu, as you said, I can indeed get rid of Liu Bang now, but now the world has initially decided that if Liu Bang is killed, there will be chaos in Guanzhong, and there will be a lot of heroes competing for the throne. How should I deal with it?"

"Besides, the 40 allied forces of princes behind me, seeing Liu Bang give up Xianyang, are all waiting to carve up the world. Instead, they will be more inclined to protect Liu Bang and join forces to check and balance me."

"The higher you are, the more you can't help yourself."

He overthrew Da Qin with domineering force, and now that he is deeply involved in power struggles, he deeply feels that in this chess game in the world, relying on his own bravery is actually so powerless.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

Xiang Yu looked at Xianyang City in the distance, which was still billowing black smoke after the fire, and he also forgot all this in his heart.

He is now thinking in his heart, how to reproduce the glory of Great Chu, and re-distribute the world.

Restore the rituals of Zhou, dominate the world, and be the only one!

This is the highest honor for a descendant of nobility.

Hearing this, Fan Zeng looked deeply at Xiang Yu, and also sighed for a long time.

"Time is also fate."

In front of the live broadcast room, countless viewers also felt speechless after seeing this.

"Hey, everyone in the world claims that Xiang Yu is brave and intrepid, but he doesn't know the name of the eternal overlord who will go down in history. How can he be so useless."

"Yeah, it's a pity that what he pretends in his heart is only Western Chu, who is respected by the world, while Liu Bang's heart is to unify the world and reproduce the achievements of the First Emperor. As far as ambition is concerned, Xiang Yu has already lost."

"It is precisely because of this enfeoffment thinking that he can tolerate the existence of other princes and kings. As long as he respects himself, he can ignore it. However, since the first emperor unified the world, the 800-year Zhouli era has been completely irreversible. History is always in front. Backward is doomed."

under the lens.

this moment.

In the vast snow, the mountain dances with silver snakes.

Xiang Yu looked at the back of Gao Yang who had disappeared, his eyes were lonely.

In the picture, a gust of cold wind swept past, and the wind and snow gradually filled the whole shot, blurring the sight of all viewers.

At the moment when all the audience's minds were gradually relaxing, a series of dull drumbeats suddenly filled the entire screen like a storm from one o'clock to ten o'clock.

A strong sense of tragedy came leisurely.

"The east is about to be bright, the stars are rotten, and the chickens are in the morning in Runan, come to the altar to call!" Chu Ge started.

Gaixia sound.

The pen and ink of history is destined to draw a full stop here for Chu and Han's struggle for hegemony.

"Hey, the battle of Gaixia is still here, and a generation of overlords has finally come to an end."

When some viewers saw this scene, they immediately realized that Chu and Han were fighting for each other.
The legend of Tyrant will finally come to an end.

"So far I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. If you say a failed hero, is he still a hero?"

"Different people have different opinions. Some people believe in success and defeat, and some people appreciate the heroism that would rather die than surrender. These are all comments from later generations, but all these are not important to Xiang Yu who has come to the end.

under the lens.

The heaven and the earth are the big screen, and everything is silent, only the folk songs of Chudi are sung by thousands of people in unison, from far to near, so that people don't have the desire to fight.

"The end of the song is exhausted, the strictness is strict, the moon is dark and the stars are sparse, and the world is bright."

"Thousands of households, pass the fish key, come up in the palace and the city, fly black magpies."

The moon is the brightness of my hometown, and a bone-piercing sadness floats in the air.

The Gaixia battlefield that was originally ambushed on all sides, at this moment, the sound of Chu Song rolling from all directions, plunged Xiang Yu's barracks into endless sadness.

inside the tent.

Xiang Yu looked in the direction of Chu Di in his eyes, and the Chu Ge in his ear made him

It seems to have returned to the hometown again, to the home full of warmth.

At that time, Uncle Xiang Liang was still teaching himself all day long, but he was impatient at that time, no matter the art of war or strategy, he gave up hastily without knowing it.

When Xianyang was burned that day, the first thing he thought of was returning home in good clothes.

At the beginning, with eight thousand Jiangdong disciples, he was determined to destroy Tyranny and restore Great Chu.

I did it myself, but it dissipated like a bubble in a blink of an eye.

All of this seems to have been doomed long ago, if the sky wants to kill me, how can I survive.

Xiang Yu suddenly reached out to pick up a bowl of wine and poured it into his mouth, he couldn't help singing (singing), echoing the sorrowful songs coming from all directions.

"Strengthen the mountain and surpass the world."

As soon as it exited, the voice was heroic and tragic, full of the helplessness of a hero's end.

Outside the camp, the Jiangdong disciples who have been following around until now, when they heard the Overlord's failure to recover, their eyes turned red.

They lived and died together, probably to this day.

The army is defeated like a mountain, and the survivors are doomed.

"When the time is bad, the time will never die."

"It's too late to die!"

Draw the knife to cut off the water and the water will flow again, draw the sword and look around in a daze.

At this moment, Xiang Yu looked at the black horses galloping around with him outside the camp, and could only sigh.

Whether it's himself or the black horse, I'm afraid it will be inevitable to escape the fate of defeat today.

After singing to this point, he turned his head to look at Yu Ji who was already crying beside him, laughed sadly, and lamented.

"Yu Xi, Yu Xi, what the hell!"

in the tent.

Concubine Yu, who came from grief, also drew out her long sword, and also echoed a sad tune in her mouth, offering a final dance of farewell to her overlord.

Her face was still beautiful, but her eyes were red and two lines of tears were shed, like a flower about to wither, poignant and dreamlike.

"The Han soldiers have already conquered the land, and there are songs of embarrassment in all directions. The king is exhausted, and the concubine has nothing to do with life..."

Under the flickering candlelight, the scene inside the tent is like a shadow puppet show, performing the ancient Farewell My Concubine.

At the moment when the song ended, Concubine Yu fell down like withered petals.

On the tent, there is also a dazzling scarlet.

"Yu Ji!!!"

Xiang Yu's roar was like the final sadness of a dying lion.

this moment.

In front of the live broadcast room, countless viewers sighed.

"Farewell My Concubine is the most poignant, and Jiang Dongerlang is the most heroic. Chu people are violent and unyielding. They are heroes, but they will eventually die because of their own temperament."

"Hey, since ancient times, heroes have been short of breath, how sad Farewell My Concubine must be, it's hard to imagine what kind of heart is ashamed, maybe this is the reason why Xiang Yu refused to cross Jiangdong in the end."

"His ambition has completely died amidst the besieged songs."

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In the picture, the camera turns sharply down.

Yu Ji's death also seemed to have angered Xiang Yu, rekindling his fighting spirit to fight to the death.

He strides on the Wuzhi, holds the Overlord Spear, and his hoarse voice is full of determination to die.

"Jiang Dong Erlang, follow me to fight!"

"kill!!!"

At this moment, although the Chu army had already ambushed on all sides, they fled in all directions.

However, the eight thousand soldiers from Jiangdong who followed him at the beginning are still waiting in full force, vowing to live and die with the Overlord.

Jiang Dongerlang, live and die together!