The first time in history

On the battlefield, the situation reversed in an instant. With the help of the old man, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji killed the Han army so hard that they dared not take another step forward.

However, just as they were about to flee the battlefield, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds suddenly came, and a team of elite cavalry caught up with them, their eyes flashing with greed and murderous intent.

"Xiang Yu, don't even think about escaping!" the general shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and determination.

Xiang Yu's eyes fixed when he heard this. He knew that this battle was far from over. He took a deep breath, looked at Yu Ji and the old man, and said in a low and firm voice: "We must not let the petty official of Pei succeed! Prepare to fight!"

After that, Xiang Yu stood side by side with Yu Ji and the old man to welcome the upcoming final battle.

On the battlefield, the battle between the Chu Army and the Han Army became more and more intense, but the atmosphere was completely different. Among the Han Army, there were many people who were afraid of death and took advantage of the situation to rob, and they showed more vulgarity and filthiness in the battle.

They often delivered brutal blows to the fallen Chu soldiers, and some even took advantage of the chaos to plunder the spoils, completely losing the dignity of being a warrior.

In contrast, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji were like two immovable monuments on the battlefield, majestic and magnificent. Every charge of Xiang Yu was like a tiger descending from a mountain, unstoppable, and the Han army was terrified wherever his spear pointed. Yu Ji followed Xiang Yu closely with her heroic demeanor, her swordsmanship was both elegant and fierce, and every swing of her sword was just right to help Xiang Yu out.

Although the Han army was large in number, it seemed so small and insignificant in front of the bravery of Xiang Yu and Yu Ji.

Except for a few generals of the Han army who still maintained the will to fight, most of the others had been consumed by fear and greed. Their eyes were full of fear of Xiang Yu, but they did not dare to confront him head-on and could only use some sinister means in secret.

Xiang Yu saw this and was filled with grief. He was sad not only for the predicament of the Chu army, but also for the loss of human nature in this chaotic world.

He shouted loudly: "Is there anyone in the Han army who dares to fight me?" The voice was deafening, full of indomitable spirit and pride.

There was silence in the Han army, and no one dared to fight. The Han general looked at Xiang Yu from afar, with a complex emotion in his eyes.

He knew that Xiang Yu's bravery and greatness were something they could never achieve. So the general ordered the Han army to launch another offensive, trying to overwhelm the Chu army with its numerical advantage.

However, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji were like two insurmountable barriers that the Han army could not break through no matter how they attacked.

A strange sound of wind grew stronger and stronger, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder roared, as if the heaven and earth were trembling because of this decisive battle.

Xiang Yu looked up at the sky, and an inexplicable premonition surged in his heart. He knew that this battle might be his last.

The Han general also sensed this unusual atmosphere, and he stared at Xiang Yu with a serious expression, as if trying to read something from his eyes. However, Xiang Yu's eyes remained firm and proud, without any fear or retreat.

Xiang Yu rushed towards Liu Bang again, his spear dancing like a dragon and snake, and every swing could take the lives of several Han soldiers. Yu Ji and the old man followed closely behind him, their cooperation was seamless, as if they were an indelible line of defense.

However, despite the bravery of Xiang Yu, Yu Ji and the old man, they gradually felt powerless under the continuous offensive of the Han army. Xiang Yu's wounds continued to increase, and his robe was stained with blood, but his eyes were still firm and proud.

At this moment, the strange sound of wind sounded again, and a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a deafening thunder. Xiang Yu looked up at the sky and saw a ray of light falling from the sky and landing directly on him.

Xiang Yu felt a powerful force surge into his body. Today I will use my power to prove that my destiny is in my own hands! "

After saying this, Xiang Yu took the lead and rushed towards the Han army. His figure on the battlefield was like an unstoppable torrent, invincible. The old man followed closely behind him, and every move they made was full of strength and determination...

However, at this critical moment, a sad sound of the piano suddenly sounded. It was Yu Ji playing the piano. Her eyes were full of determination and reluctance, as if she was using the piano to tell the deep friendship between her and Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu felt a pain in his heart when he heard this. He knew that Yu Ji was seeing him off. He looked at Yu Ji, his eyes flashing with endless tenderness and reluctance: "Yu Ji, you must live well..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Yu rushed towards the Han army again. His figure on the battlefield was like a black lightning, vowing to fight the Han army to the death.

As time went by, Xiang Yu's physical strength gradually declined, his wounds opened again, and blood stained his battle robe red.

Yu Ji saw it all and felt pain in her heart. She knew that Xiang Yu could not hold on for much longer. So she stopped playing, picked up her sword, rushed to the battlefield, and vowed to fight side by side with Xiang Yu until the last moment.

The old man also joined the battle. He was still very agile and could rescue Xiang Yu and Yu Ji every time. However, facing the surging offensive of the Han army, the three of them gradually felt powerless.

At this moment, a strange song suddenly sounded. It was a folk song from Chu, tragic and generous. Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Chu army stopped fighting and looked in the direction of the song. They saw a group of people dressed in Chu costumes slowly approaching, their eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

"My king, we are here to lend you a helping hand!" a commoner shouted loudly, his voice full of admiration and loyalty to Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He knew that these people came to help voluntarily, and their presence undoubtedly boosted the morale of the Chu army.

However, the Han army's offensive was still fierce, and the coalition of the Chu army and the people gradually fell into trouble. Xiang Yu looked at Yu Ji and the old man beside him, as well as the people who fought for him, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

"Yu Ji, old man, and you, these loyal people... How can I, Xiang Yu, deserve you to sacrifice so much for me?" Xiang Yu said in a low voice, his voice full of gratitude and helplessness.

Yu Ji held Xiang Yu's hand tightly, her voice choking with sobs: "My king, you are our hero and our faith. We are willing to give everything for you, including our lives."

The old man also nodded, his eyes flashing with determination and resoluteness: "My king, even if we die together today, we must let the Han army know the bravery and tenacity of the Chu people!"

After saying this, the old man took the lead and rushed towards the Han army. Yu Ji and Xiang Yu followed closely behind. Their figures on the battlefield were like unyielding flames, burning with the last fighting spirit and faith.

However, fate did not seem to favor Xiang Yu. Despite their bravery, the Chu army and the people's coalition forces gradually retreated under the continuous offensive of the Han army. Xiang Yu's wound became more and more serious, blood stained his battle robe red, and his eyes gradually became blurred.