After the Xianyang incident, Yuan went to the East China Sea alone, carrying a sword and holding a bow, intending to re-equip the ship and go out to sea again. Along the way, he relied on the means of the Black Ice Platform to investigate purposefully, and indeed found clues of Xu Fu's actions.
He was furious and planned to kill Xu Fu directly after arriving in Japan.
He entrusted the Qin people who had a secret connection with the Black Ice Platform to repair the ship.
He adjusted his physical condition.
Then, in November, the man in his thirties, who was originally quite calm, staggered to find Yuan, his face pale. Yuan asked him what happened, but the man was speechless. Finally, he lost his balance and knelt on the ground. He opened his mouth, and his throat was hoarse for a long time before he cried out:
"It's gone, all gone!"
"All gone..."
Yuan helped him up and said, "What's gone? Explain clearly."
The man in his thirties raised his head and burst into tears:
"My brother worked for General Zhang Han, and was later forced to join the coalition of princes. But Xiang Yu actually killed more than 200,000 Qin soldiers in Xin'an, leaving no one alive..."
"More than 200,000, more than 200,000 people, just like cutting wheat, they all fell down."
With a buzzing sound.
Yuan's face turned pale, and he didn't even know that he stumbled and fell. He held the table heavily with his palm to steady himself. More than 200,000 Qin soldiers, even if they surrendered to the princes to save their lives, Yuan could still understand them in his heart, but now, these soldiers from Guanzhong died.
That's not one, one hundred, one thousand.
That's more than 200,000.
After an unknown amount of time, his lips trembled slightly, and he asked: "Where is Zhang Han..."
The man wiped his tears heavily and gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Han, he is still alive and was named King Yong."
Yuan felt confused at this moment, and felt the gap between him and his young friend. That was the era, the vast and chaotic world that passed by. He watched his friend who once swore to die for the Qin Dynasty, and finally exchanged the lives of more than 200,000 comrades for a throne.
Those were the comrades who once sang "How can you say there is no clothes".
Under the Qin wind, there were only piles of bones behind the throne.
He opened his mouth, and a pain that was difficult to describe in words rose up. Two hundred thousand people, in exchange for one person to be king. At this moment, he hated his friend who lived alone even more. His right hand slammed heavily on the wall next to him, and the whole house collapsed directly. The veins on his forehead bulged, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he roared in anger:
"Zhang Han!!!"
Two hundred thousand.
Two hundred thousand!
"Who said I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears!"
Yuan, who was about to go to sea, picked up the sharpened Qin sword and turned back to Xianyang City.
This is a chaotic world, and there are too many people who are helpless.
But at least he knows where his sword should stab and why he is fighting.
At least he can still be himself in this chaotic world.
......
When Yuan returned to Xianyang City, he saw a miserable scene.
He stood quietly in front of the Xianyang Palace, and saw that the palace, which he had entered and exited many times when he was young, had become a complete ruin. The only remaining wall stones had traces of being burned by flames. Obviously, after looting, the people who came set fire to the palace, and the Xianyang Palace spread to Xianyang City.
This magnificent city in the world is no longer prosperous after all.
Xiang Yu's coalition forces caused great trauma to this city.
Anyone who resisted was slaughtered, property was looted, and the palace walls were burned. The fire did not go out for three months.
When he left, he looted all the Qin women.
The once prosperous streets were already empty, the blood on the ground dried and turned black, and everyone looked terrified. Yuan returned to his home and saw that the chains had been broken open, and the relics left by his mother were broken open. The gold inside was looted, leaving only a ring.
'Your father's military merits in the past were exchanged for these gold items. '
'When my daughter grows up and finds a lover, I will give her this gold to settle her life. '
Yuan was so heartbroken that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered to the ground, gnashing his teeth, crying blood with every word, almost howling in pain: "Burn my palace walls, slaughter my city, rob my women, and kill my fathers…"
"Xiang Yu, if I don't kill you, I'm unworthy of being a man, I'm unworthy of being a man!!!"
......
Yuan ignored the fact that he was just alone and could not compare with Xiang Yu, a commander who was a genius in the world. The hatred of the country and the family was like a wave. Whether it was a person who had already given up himself and went with the flow, or a person who held certain beliefs, they would be in this trend.
If you are not in control of yourself, it is a chaotic world.
In a chaotic world, no one can escape.
When Xiang Yu said, 'If you don't return home in wealth and honor, it's like walking in brocade clothes at night', he set off on his way home.
The Qin warriors dressed in black and armor attacked at night.
No one thought that in the era when Xiang Yu became the peak commander of this era, there would be someone who dared to do such an absurd thing, and no one knew how this person attacked alone, but it happened.
He was like an eagle flapping its wings at night, swooping down from the sky.
The Qin sword stabbed silently and easily cut the throat of the Chu army.
One, two.
It was not until more than 30 Chu soldiers were killed that someone finally discovered this person by accident. The whole camp was in turmoil, and he had found Xiang Yu's main camp. Xiang Yu pushed open the tent and walked out. Yuan saw that it was a tall and burly man. His face was not handsome, but he was generous and resolute enough.
His eyebrows were raised, as if nothing could leave a trace in his eyes.
Even at night, he was still wearing iron armor and a helmet, majestic and burly. The moonlight broke through the dark clouds and fell on his body, as if covering the iron armor with a layer of light. He stood there, 26 years old, like a god.
"Who are you?" Xiang Yu asked.
Yuan tore off the black cloth covering his face. His eyes were red as he stared at the tall and majestic man. The Qin sword in his hand vibrated, emitting a cold light under the moonlight. He said, "Daqin, Heibingtai, the 26th year of the First Emperor, Yuan."
To his surprise, the tall man smiled. He waved his hand to disperse the surrounding princes and coalition forces. He took off his helmet, stretched his chest, and smiled, "So you are here for revenge? You come alone, and you deserve to be called a warrior!"
"I will give you the qualification to fight me one-on-one."
The general gave up his greatest advantage, which was a rather arrogant move, but the soldiers dispersed, obviously trusting Xiang Yu enough. There was even some expectation and eagerness in their eyes. Yuan raised his hand and held the Qin sword. Xiang Yu did not use a gun, but he also used a war sword.
The 31-year-old halberd-holder faced Xiang Yu, who was about to be called the Overlord.
Yuan breathed deeply to restore his body from the battle. His physical strength decreased a lot, but under the influence of that hot emotion, his fighting power did not decrease much, and even surpassed the past.
But he was still not a match for the overlord at his peak.
The swordsmanship of the Qin Dynasty was as upright and sharp as that of the old Qin people. He strode forward, accompanied by shouts, and the Qin sword in his hand chopped down heavily, with the momentum as if to split the mountain and break the rocks. Xiang Yu's swordsmanship was equally powerful. The two swords kept crossing. Yuan felt the huge power from the opponent, which shocked his blood.
The opponent's foundation and physique far exceeded his own.
Yuan could only fight with all his strength, one move, five moves, ten moves, and slowly, the surrounding Chu soldiers stopped talking, just as quiet as death, watching the last Qin warriors fighting Xiang Yu like crazy. It was the first time they saw someone who could fight Xiang Yu to this extent alone.
The sword in Yuan's hand fell heavily and hit the tip of Xiang Yu's sword.
Then he gathered his strength and chopped fiercely.
But at this time, Yuan's back suddenly felt cold. He felt that there was no power to resist under the sword tip, just like hitting in the air, it was a false move. Suddenly, Xiang Yu's sword tip trembled and jumped up, like a stream of light, lightly pushing away the sword in Yuan's hand. Xiang Yu was a genius in martial arts. Since he was a great talent, how could he only use force to suppress others.
The sword of the Chu people stabbed Yuan.
Yuan gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and endured such a sword with his shoulder, and then lowered his body. When Xiang Yu was arrogant and underestimated the enemy at that moment, he stepped forward suddenly. The Qin sword in his hand was like a beast, screaming violently. His sudden rush brought a sweeping wind, and the strength of his whole body gathered on the sword, and then he handed the sword forward.
This was so dangerous that it was like sending himself to Xiang Yu's sword, but it was also the final killing blow.
Three steps.
In a short burst, the sword tip will pierce out at the speed of this instant burst of charge. When his strength reaches the peak, this Qin sword will pierce Xiang Yu's armor and his heart, and the iron eagle on the hilt will bleed again.
"How dare you!"
"Stop!"
The surrounding Chu army shouted in panic, mixed with the extremely clear sword sound.
But was interrupted by Xiang Yu's happy laughter.
He retreated from the peak of the sword power under circumstances that ordinary people could never do. He raised his hand, and accompanied by a roar like a dragon beast, the Overlord Spear appeared in his hand. The spear tip tore out silver light and touched the sword tip. In a moment of stagnation, the Iron Eagle Sword that had accompanied Yuan for more than ten years actually broke into pieces.
In the fatal fight, he lost his weapon.
Yuan's eyes were filled with unwillingness.
The Overlord Spear was handed over, and that was the spearmanship of the best martial artist in the world.
The spear tip pierced Yuan's heart without any delay.
He was also waiting for the chance to kill.
Yuan staggered, and he raised his hand to hold the Overlord Spear, holding it tightly, but he could not stop Xiang Yu, who was stronger than him, from slowly pulling out the spear. The extremely sharp spear tip passed through his heart, and there was even a trace of chill, and then there was an unprecedented pain.
Yuan's consciousness slowly disappeared, and he was thrown out of the camp as another defeated general of Xiang Yu.
But when he was unwilling to give up, his heart suddenly exuded a trace of strange clear air, which made his heart seem to heal a little, and then it beat faster. Yuan woke up from his coma, covered his heart, and unwillingly crawled out of the corpse. He staggered out, and he knew very well that he needed to recuperate.
The clear air in the heart slowly dissipated, just like the magic weapon that found out that he was not its master.
The magic object is self-concealed. If it is not the recognized master, it cannot be used at all.
As the heart beats slower and slower, Yuan's eyes gradually darken and finally fall down.
......
It was unknown how long it took before Yuan slowly opened his eyes and woke up.
He felt a burning pain in his throat.
"Water..."
He murmured in a low voice, a porcelain bowl was placed on his lips, he swallowed the cool liquid in big gulps, and finally supported himself to say thank you, but saw a pair of familiar, clear black eyes like the long wind, and was slightly stunned.
"Ahem... is it you?"
"Jue had sensed the breath of a familiar old friend before, so he came back to look for it, but unfortunately, the breath was cut off on the way, and he was not able to find it after all, but he met you, General, and saw that you were seriously injured, so he brought you to heal your wounds, and finally saved his life."
The graceful woman explained with a smile.
Yuan looked at the quiet little girl next to him and thanked her solemnly.
He paused and asked:
"Didn't you find your old friend?"
The little girl shook her head.
Yuan sighed, "What a pity."
These women were about to leave soon, and Yuan also found that it seemed that because of the fatal injury to his heart, his own strength and power were almost greatly damaged. On the day of his departure, the graceful woman looked at him and sighed:
"The general was going to die. Even if he survived by chance, he would only live for four or five years."
"But be careful, don't start a war again in these years, otherwise..."
Yuan asked, "Will you die otherwise?"
The graceful woman shook her head, with a hint of mystery, and smiled and replied, "No, but the evil spirits accumulated, the general's next life will inevitably be born with losses, the foundation will be broken, and he will never be able to reach the peak of cultivation throughout his life, and he will be plagued by illness and cannot recover."
Yuan laughed loudly and said, "A real man is not afraid of death, so why should he be afraid of illness?"
"What's more, the talk of the next life is just a lie, and I don't believe it."
The woman just smiled and said nothing.
When they finally said goodbye, Yuan looked at the little girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, half-knelt down, so that he could look her in the eye, and asked:
"What's your name?"
"Jue, a pair of jades is Jue."
"Jue."
Daqin sharp soldier Yuan said: "Thank you for saving my life. I still have things I must do, so I can't repay you now, but I will definitely repay you." After thinking for a while, he reached into his collar with his hand, which was still trembling even though his injuries had healed, and pulled off a pendant, which was strung with his mother's last relic, the ring.
Yuan stared at this last relic in a trance.
He split the ring in half from the middle.
Then he took Jue's hand with one hand, put the half of the pendant with a rope into the girl's palm, and smiled:
"This is the most important thing to me now."
"Now I give it to you. My name is Yuan. I will make a promise with you. One day, when you are in danger, as long as I am still alive, no matter how far away, I will definitely rush over to save you. This is the promise of the Qin Dynasty and will never be violated!"
He bit his finger and performed the most core and simplest contract technique.
The girl accepted this last important thing for Yuan.
After he recovered from his injury, he carried the broken sword and went to Liu Bang's command. Liu Bang was worried that he had no useful people under his command. Even the severely injured Yuan was still received and welcomed by him, and the first battle was against Zhang Han, the King of Yong.
In the Battle of Feiqiu, Zhang Han saw his former childhood friend.
In that battle, Zhang Han finally lost the desire to surrender, and he no longer had the face to face his friends and the more than 200,000 comrades whose bodies were piled up. He did not know what happened that day in advance, but it was also a fact that he accepted Xiang Yu's recruitment afterwards, so he committed suicide when the city was broken.
Along with the war, Yuan's health became worse and worse, and there were even white hairs on his temples.
If you look at his breath, he is almost an ordinary old farmer, not the last sharp warrior of the Qin Dynasty.
In Yu Yuan's eyes, it was the 45th year of the First Emperor.
According to the means of the sharp warriors of the Black Ice Terrace, and the strategies of Zhang Liang, Chen Ping, and Han Xin, Han Xin formed a formation to drive away the Overlord, but at this moment, the spirit was already weak, and Yuan, who was no longer young and brave, turned into an old farmer and led the Overlord, who once burned Xianyang and killed the Qin army, to the end.
Finally, he asked Liu Bang for the Overlord Spear.
Zhang Liang looked at him, sighed, and said, "Are you really leaving?"
"You and I have known each other since we were young, and now you have achieved success and fame. If you leave, another familiar person will disappear. Besides, how long can your body last? Ten days, or one month? Or three months? Will you torture yourself in the end?"
Yuan, with gray hair on his temples, looked into the distance and said:
"Outside the East China Sea, there are many strange beasts, and they have grudges against me. I am far less skilled than I was back then, and with the evil spirit and injuries left by Xiang Yu, I don't have much time left. Maybe I will die in the East China Sea, or maybe I can't even reach the East China Sea and will die on the way."
"But this is not a reason for me not to do it."
"This grudge must be avenged!!!"
He paused and said self-deprecatingly, "It's just possible Unfortunately, I can't keep my promise. "
Zhang Liang was stunned to see the sharp warrior in black clothes with half white temples turned around, rode his warhorse, and galloped away. He raised his neck to drink, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes, and sang loudly while beating the scabbard:
"Who says I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raises an army, I will sharpen my spear and halberd. I share the same hatred with you!"
"Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raises an army, I will sharpen my spear and halberd. I will work with you!"
"Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raises an army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. I will go with you!"
The desolate war song gradually faded away. Whether it was from reality or from this era, it was unknown. Zhang Liang was fascinated by it, shook his head, and sighed: "What a good Qin Feng."
"I'm afraid I won't hear it again in the future."
Turned around and walked away.
This was the last time he saw Yuan. Later, he rarely heard Qin Feng.
When the old Liu Hou recalled the past, he suddenly woke up from his memories, running and chasing the children who passed by Chang'an, singing another tune. This is another legend, another era and heritage, which made the Qinfeng tune in his memory faded.
He slapped his knees and hummed softly.
"The wind rises and the clouds fly."
"Return to my hometown with power throughout the country."
"Where can I find brave men to guard the four directions!"