Chapter 4 Nai He - Xiang Yu's Last Battle

The clouds were so heavy that they seemed about to fall down. Although it was early morning, it was as dark as dusk.Xiang Yu turned around and turned his back to the whimpering river, listening to the creaking sound of the pavilion chief's boat slowly going away. On the boat, Wu Zai, who was desperately grabbed by the reins by the head of the pavilion's clumsy son, screamed violently. He suddenly felt very relaxed.The severe winter wind was blowing towards his face, and it seemed to be scalding—he felt the blood in his whole body rushing like wild horses in his veins. Xiang Yu grasped the saber at his waist with all his strength, and there were bursts of tingling pain from his fingertips.It was dug up when Yu Ji was buried last night - he refused the help of his subordinates, refused to use swords and daggers, and even refused to bandage, allowing the blood to ooze from between the nails, drop by drop on the ground, until it slowly solidified .

He seemed to see again that Yu Ji slowly closed her eyes in his arms, a crystal clear teardrop slowly flowed down from the corner of that resentful eye, dripping into his trembling palm, it was bitingly cold. "Your Majesty is exhausted, how can your concubine live..." Xiang Yu muttered the last sentence she left behind. "Has the dignified Overlord of Western Chu really lost to those despicable things?" Yeah, who are those people. Dog butchers, cloth sellers, sister-in-law hookers, cell managers, mourners for others, water thieves, talkers, and that idler who sneaks into the crotch... These people are only the lustful and rude Liu Bang Only those scoundrels who don't need wives and children and are not afraid that others will cook his old man can be used.

Until now, he has not regretted losing Han Xin back then. But now, it was these wretched cats and dogs who he would never look at in the eyes, who forced him, the descendant of the famous general of the Chu Kingdom, to the edge of the Wujiang River.In front of him, there are twenty-six riders.Although everyone was covered with scars and their robes were stained with blood, they all stood on the saddles straight as if they were spears in their hands.Standing in a row, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi are still there, with the majestic aura that can make any famous veteran general have nightmares.How could this kind of army lose to those patchwork mobs?

It has been eight years since the army was raised, and it has gone through more than 70 battles. Those who deserved to be defeated and those who were attacked were subdued, and they have never been defeated.This big banner of "Overlord of Western Chu" gallops across the world, making many princes frightened.God, it must be God!God must be jealous, God is afraid, God and Liu Bang colluded to destroy me!Without God's help, could Liu Bang have this ability?Wasn't it just now that the black lightning that overturned the water-tight encirclement, rushed left and right among the 100,000 Han troops as if entering no one's land, did not just prove that his strength was comparable to that of the giant deer war that broke the boat and sank the boat back then. Has it not weakened in the slightest?

Poor these generals, they couldn't even stand up to their own screams, and the crap flowed away for a few miles. Until now, the dispersed team has not yet assembled.He seemed to feel the hearty pleasure when Wu Hao's abdominal muscles hit like lead weights between his clamped legs again. This reminded me of Lou Fan, the so-called sharpshooter who shot and killed several generals of our side in Xingyang, who was so frightened by his angry eyes and drank that he shrank into the barrier, and would rather be beheaded by Liu Bang than dare to come out again. Xiang Yu waved his heavy iron halberd, looked at the blue flag with the word "Xiang" still fluttering in the wind, and smiled slightly.

Alright, let God come with the Liu family's army! Suddenly, Xiang Yu raised his head and laughed wildly at the dark clouds that almost reached the tip of his nose. The wind picked up, and the dry reeds by the river were scattered and scattered, and they all fell to the ground. Xiang Yu's tiger eyes with double pupils slowly scanned each soldier in turn.Every soldier puffed up his chest even more vigorously, and the hastily bandaged wounds of several of them burst open suddenly, and hot blood gushed out.But no one frowned, twenty-six pairs of firm and respectful eyes focused on Xiang Yu.No matter where, as long as their king waved a finger, they would roar and rush towards them like raging tides and enraged lions.No matter how many of them are left, and no matter who their opponent is—even if there is a dense mountain of knives ahead, they can trample it into powder with their flesh and blood.They firmly believe that in the world, only their king is a real hero.And now, everyone already understood what was waiting for them.The knuckles of each hand were pinched white, and the joints of the whole body were rattling.

"Get off the horse!" After a moment of silence, Xiang Yu ordered.He looked up at the sky and said word by word in a deep voice: "Let us have a great battle! Let those cowardly Han soldiers and their children and grandchildren remember our terrible power forever!" A tsunami echoed In the sound, the knights jumped off their horses like an avalanche. Turning back, those who can stand stand upright, those who cannot stand sit squatting, fully unleash their strong bows and crossbows, pointing the way with the long and short blades with broken tips but still glaring coldly.Every pair of eyes shone the green light of the beast, and even the squeaking of teeth could be heard.

Xiang Yu felt more and more hot and dry.He tore off the cloak that had already been splashed with blood and was frozen hard.Still hot, he dropped his helmet and undid the breastplate straps around his collar.A cold wind penetrated, and he felt refreshed.He continued to undo the armor buttons slowly, thinking of Yu Ji again, she tied them one by one for herself last night.Xiang Yu's heart twitched. But what do you need this armor for?From now on, he will no longer have to guard against open swords and hidden arrows, he will use the most primitive and contemptuous state to fight his last battle.He wanted to see who it was that could send the cold blade into his body.If there really was such a person, he wouldn't want to use this gleaming armor to hinder his courage—the one who can hurt the Overlord of Western Chu must be an unrivaled hero.However, he thought that even if such a person had already been born, he would never appear in Hanying.He believes that only those who are straightforward and frank are heroes, just like him.Conspiracy and intrigue are just tricks of Liu Bang's gang of cowards and hooligans.He thought of his grandfather, Xiang Yan, a hero who was equally strong and strong, the general of Chu State who committed suicide after the defeat against Qin, his throat suddenly became hot, and a fishy smell surged up, and he swallowed hard.

Xiang Yu opened his clothes by the Wujiang River in December. Passing through the warriors, he walked to the front step by step, and with a heavy pause, he nailed the halberd deeply into the red soil covered with thin ice, and the ground seemed to shake slightly.Holding the halberd pole with his right hand and pressing the sword handle with his left hand, he stood steadily with his legs slightly apart. Xiang Yu closed his eyes, and his loose hair was flying in the air. Thirty years of storms brushed against his body, whistling past like knives. Is it my fault?Shouldn't those Qin soldiers who surrendered be killed?Shouldn't those princes who betrayed their promises towards Qin, Mu and Chu be enfeoffed?Shouldn't he be angry with his shrewd and calm father? ... Shouldn't he be soft-hearted for a moment and let Liu Bang lightly at the Hongmen Banquet?

Oh no, not soft-hearted.If you don't kill him, it's just that you never regarded him as a high-level opponent. There are many such shameless villains in the world. Even if you kill him, there will be a second and a third, and there will be others Zhao Bang, Li Bang... He still thinks that the only one who can really be his opponent is Ying Zheng, the first emperor who flattened the world and annexed the six kingdoms. When he was a teenager, he imagined more than once, if he could be born decades earlier, would Hangu close the door and open westward under his command?But in his time, those Great Qin rulers and ministers who fought against him were simply a bunch of useless idiots.Yes, Xiang Yu has always regarded Ying Zheng as his only enemy subconsciously, so almost everything he does is against the first emperor, ruthlessly ravaging the country of Daqin.When he watched the weak descendants of the Six Kingdoms put on their clothes again and kneel down to worship at his feet, he really had the heroism of stepping on the mighty Emperor Shihuang on the soles of his boots.Liu Bang is nothing more than a loafing scumbag, he really disdains to regard him as a terrible opponent like Yafu.

But now... Xiang Yu frowned, thinking painfully. No!It's definitely not that Liu Bang has the ability, it's God helping him!This world has become a paradise for cowards and a battlefield for scoundrels.Forget it, forget it, this world without Yu and Qin Shihuang, why not go back! Last night he felt utterly alone and at the same time weaker than ever.It seems that this is no longer the era of heroes, he took a deep breath. After an unknown amount of time, Xiang Yu felt a chill in his chest and opened his eyes.The snow finally fell. Xiang Yu watched tenderly as the crystal snowflakes swirled and fell from the sky one by one, landing on his bare shoulders and chest.He seemed to see Yu Ji dancing gracefully with a light gauze again. Okay, Yu, please watch me cut the general Banqi for the last time!Watch me fight this god again! The tiger's mouth holding the halberd slowly oozes blood. The heavy snow absorbs sound, and the world is quiet.Only the song from last night seemed to be still floating in the vast wilderness, as if Yu was singing softly in the air: When the time is unfavorable, the time will never die, what is the time when the time is not dying, what is the reason for the danger, what is the reason? What can I do?Nai Ruo He? Nai He — Nai He — Alright, let God join hands with Liu San and his gang! Xiang Yu closed his eyes again. The snow fell harder and harder, and after a while, it covered the ground.Xiang Yu and his warriors were expressionless and motionless, covered in snow, and even their spears and spears had turned into pillars of powder, like golden men cast by Qin Shihuang. In the distance, there was finally a sound of horseshoes, getting closer and closer, overwhelming and thunderous.A group of wild ducks jumped up from the withered grass on the bank with a "quack", and flew to the opposite bank.The wings slapped the snow off the tip of Xiang Yu's halberd, and the light flashed. The originally gentle water of the Wujiang River suddenly boiled.