In September of the fourth year of the Han Dynasty, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, signed an alliance with King Liu Bang of Han, using Honggou as the boundary, returning to Chu in the east, belonging to Han in the west, and dividing the world in the middle.

"Uncle Li, are we really on the way back to Pengcheng?" A slightly immature young man raised his head and asked the bearded veteran beside him.

"Yes, my mistress, we are really back to Pengcheng, haha, we finally came home with the King of Kings. This time, it took more than two years to come out. I haven't seen my wife for a long time. I really miss her." Old Li, a bearded man, patted the boy's shoulder happily, with tears of excitement flashing in his eyes.

After years of war, these veterans were exhausted and were all homeless. So when they heard the news that the King of Han and the King of Han finally stopped the army, the soldiers were all excited, as if they heard the relatives in their hometown calling out to those wandering wanderers not far away.

"Hey, I said Lao Li, I'll see my old sister-in-law tomorrow, you have to be more at night." Another middle-aged soldier joked freely, igniting the boundless happiness of a group of people.

If a group of men are together, and if they don’t talk about women, what should they talk about?

"Go to you, in my opinion, your Brother Zhang San is so strong, your wife is not your opponent, you have to spare her, don't let her get out of bed the next morning." Li Dahuzi was not an honest person, so he immediately replied with a dirty word.

Just as the group was joking, a red horse galloped from behind and passed by them like a gust of wind. The visitor shouted: "Anti-report, urgent-report!"

The walking army immediately flashed out a passage, and the red horse flew towards the forward army like an arrow - the location of the Overlord.

"What happened again? It seems like he was very anxious." Li Dahuzi looked suspiciously at several comrades-in-arms traveling with him and asked the chief of the tenth husband carefully. Over the past few years, he has been tired of fighting and killing people, and is afraid of hearing the news of the recurrence of the war.

"I won't fight again," the ten-man slammed Li Dahun and punched him, "I said, when did you, Li Dabang, become so timid? Didn't the Overlord and the King of Han have already made an alliance, and the two families have stopped fighting from now on, how could there be another change?"

"It's hard to say that this Han King is a treacherous and insidious villain. He said three today and four tomorrow, once or twice?" The young man put forward his bold idea.

"The battle will not start again, right?" The tenth prince thought of the Han King Liu Bang, who had no credibility, and felt confused and chill.

The guy got together again and talked nervously about this sensitive topic. Suddenly, a soldier who was passing the order rushed from the front army to the back army, shouting as he walked: "The general has an order. The whole army stops advancing and camps on the spot. No mistakes are allowed!"

Everyone looked at each other and heard the riots in front of them. They vaguely heard someone shouting: "The big thing is wrong, the king fainted, the king fainted."

Soon a general arrived and took down the shouting soldiers, tied him up, and scolded him angrily: "Bold, it actually disturbed our morale. Come on, drag it down for me and chop it down!"

After chopping down, the commotion crowd finally calmed down, but they all looked at the back with nervous expressions, really worried that the Han army would suddenly come from behind.

However, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, did faint.

He brought the alliance letter signed by Liu Bang, a tired heart, and Yu Ji, who was tragically damaged by wind and sand, was preparing to return to Pengcheng. After fighting for the past few years, even though he was like a god of war, he was still flesh and blood. He knew that he was tired and needed to recuperate.

However, the ink traces on the covenant had not completely dried up. The treacherous Liu San once again tore up the alliance letter he signed and followed the army to pursue the Chu army.

How could Xiang Yu not be angry? He glared and cursed: "Good you, the capricious Liu Ji's son!"

Suddenly, my eyes turned black, and only Yu Ji's screaming sound was heard in my ears, and the feeling of the gentle breeze. The burly body fell from the black horse immediately, and my heart suddenly felt ache, like a knife, and then I lost consciousness.

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On a late night without a moon, several students in a student dormitory of B University were lying on the bed for a "sleeping talk". These students from the history department must talk about three topics every night, first women, then football, and finally historical figures. After talking about women and football, it was already past midnight. The historical figure we were talking about next was Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu.

"In my opinion, Jiangdong's children are very talented, and it is obvious that if Xiang Yu had passed Jiangdong back then, it would be hard to say who would be in the world in the future." The person who relied on the door yawned and said.

"You are wrong. Xiang Yu had great ambitions when he was a child and had great strength. He is said to be able to carry a tripod. When fighting, he is invincible and invincible. He is indeed a powerful character, but it is probably difficult for him to be a king of a generation. He is not suitable to be a politician or strategist." The guy sleeping in the innermost said lazily.

"Chen Yu, you are a kid who is not good at judging and has a strategy all day long. You are just a piece of paper talking about war." Another person jumped out and pointed the finger at Chen Yu who criticized Xiang Yu.

"What do you know? If you want to win the battlefield of the world, courage is necessary, but strategy is also indispensable. Look at Xiang Yu, in terms of martial arts, it is unparalleled, but in terms of political vision and low-keyness, he is far inferior to his opponent Liu Bang." Chen Yu talked happily, as if a scholar was sleeping in his dormitory and giving instructions.

"Young man, stop talking big." Someone said coldly.

Chen Yu, who was in high spirits, did not hear anything wrong and continued to express his views: "Xiang Yu's refusal to cross Wujiang shows that he has a strong sense of self-esteem, and also shows that he wants to be face-saving. This person who wants to be face-saving cannot accept the blow of failure. Without the courage to regret, no matter what he does, he is destined to fail! What Du Mu said, "The children of Jiangdong are very talented, and it is unknown what he makes a comeback." Haha, it is simply a big joke that ignores the laws of history, and it is also a wish of those who sympathize with Xiang Yu!"

"So, if you were Xiang Yu, you would have the ability to turn the tide after you cross Jiangdong?" the man continued, with endless resentment in his voice.

"If I were Xiang Yu, I would cross the river, regroup, designate the right strategy, and defeat Liu Bang's children, it would be a piece of cake." Chen Yu patted his chest and said confidently.

"Okay, now you go to the Chu-Han battlefield. I want to see how you can turn the tide." The man sneered.

"I want to go, but how do you go? The yy book says that the protagonist was shocked by an electric shock, hit by a car, and even had no worries in his dreams. I don't have that good luck." Chen Yu said with regret.

"No need to be so troublesome, you can go now." The man said.

Chen Yu was about to say something, but suddenly he heard the snoring of his roommates around him, and his heart suddenly became cold, his hair all over his body stood up, and his voice kept trembling: "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who sends you to turn the tide." The man sneered.
Chapter completed!