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Chapter 223 - 146 [Huaxia · Main Records] Complete CG (7k two-in-one, please vote for the monthly ticket!)_2

Chapter 223: Chapter 146 [Huaxia · Main Records] Complete CG (7k two-in-one, please vote for the monthly ticket!)_2

At the start of the release conference, Duan Yu chose to intervene when he encountered the carpenter’s son in the game, and by the time he looked again after the rescue was complete,

the conference had already progressed to showing the CG of [Chernobyl].

The conference soon reached its conclusion, and Duan Yu, who couldn’t step away from the game, hadn’t had the chance to watch. Now, he finally could finish watching the CG.

Duan Yu went to the Polestar’s official website and clicked on the [Chinese History Series].

He stared at the CG video frame.

Duan Yu clicked open.

The video gradually brightened, revealing a cave.

On the tip of a hanging stalactite, water droplets were forming slowly.

Drip!

A droplet hit the water surface, its sound echoing throughout the cave.

A devastating flood swept across the world.

....

Woo—

The sound of a horn rang out, the scene unfolding to reveal a high platform.

The silhouette of a man in a black and gold dragon robe appeared on the screen, standing atop the high platform, with countless armored soldiers below.

....

To the high platform in Julu.

A Taoist-robed man raised a nine-section staff, pointing it toward the darkened sky, facing tens of thousands of Yellow Turban followers below. His voice boomed like thunder:

"The blue sky is dead, the Yellow Sky will rise! It’s the year of the Jiazi, great peace across the land!"

....

All this was familiar to Duan Yu; watching it again now was just as captivating. In the livestream, many new viewers were watching for the first time and were quickly entranced.

Soon.

Because of the Taoist-robed man’s cry.

The dynasty in the picture shattered into broken pieces.

At this moment, it displayed [the year 184].

Subsequently, colors representing various forces densely populated the places on the complete map of the erstwhile dynasty.

The scene shifted.

Countless black-clad soldiers, mouths sealed and hooves wrapped in cloth, launched a night raid under the cover of darkness, until the leader gave a command, and hundreds of fire arrows shot forth like falling stars toward a distant granary.

The granary blaze instantly spread, painting half the night sky red.

Flames surged, devouring countless soldiers who attempted to save the granary.

On a distant mountaintop, a man seven feet tall with narrow eyes and a long beard, clad in black armor, had a cold smile on his face, tinged with mockery.

The scene switched to a map.

The chaotic north was rapidly unified under the encroachment of the black power bloc.

The view swooped downwards.

Landing in a southeastern place where ships of the navy were continuously being built, a figure walked up the high platform slowly; the figure’s silhouette changed from middle-aged to young, until a youth ascended and turned back.

Phantoms of a middle-aged man and a young man stood behind the youth, together gazing at the warships on the Yangtze River.

Three generations spent effort to control the southeast.

The bottom right of the map consolidated into an independent power color block.

The camera then quickly panned left.

A red power block rose in the southwest, silhouettes flashed by: a red-faced, long-bearded man; a man with swallow jaws and tiger whiskers; a man in white robes and silver armor; a man all white with age; a man with a jade-like face.

Until finally,

a man with arms hanging down to his knees stood on the high platform holding a long sword.

Facing the countless soldiers below, he raised his sword and waved it northward.

The camera angle rose, the army surged forth like a flood.

Chaos was followed by unification.

The scope of three differently colored power blocks waxed and waned over time.

The scene slowly emerged

[the year 228]

The banner of "Recover the Central Plains" was raised high, thirty thousand troops set out from Hanzhong.

[the year 228, winter]

Snow sealed the mountains, scaling ladders and battering rams were besieged upon the fortresses.

[the year 229]

A surprise attack conquered two counties before retreating.

[the year 231]

The Shu army moved swiftly as the wind, yet the enemy army remained entrenched and unengaged.

[the year 234]

On the southern bank of the Weishui, a hundred-day standoff.

At night,

Outside the tent, the autumn wind swept fallen leaves through the camp.

Inside the tent, dim and flickering light silhouetted a white-haired elder with high cheekbones, bent over the desk writing furiously, wrapped in a crane cloak.

Suddenly.

A meteor streaked across outside the tent.

The elder, frantically writing, suddenly looked up, staring at the meteor that flew past the window, his entire body trembled, as if sensing something.

The scene transitioned.

Under the setting sun, the elder, now burned out, looked northward.

Behind him, the flag of "Recover the Central Plains" flapped in the wind, but the feather fan in the elder’s hand gradually ceased and fell to the ground.

"Oh endless heavens, why do you treat me so poorly...."

The wind stopped.

The flag of "Recover the Central Plains" ceased its flutter, seemingly mourning the passing of this elder.

Watching the flag halted in the wind, with the four big words ’Recover the Central Plains’.

Duan Yu and the Blue Star viewers who had recently started engaging with Polestar Games were inexplicably struck, from the chaos beginning in 184 AD to the present in 234 AD, a full fifty years had passed.

This nation, striving for unification,

fought for fifty whole years.

Are they truly a warring nation?

Yet.

The scene continued.

As time passed [the year 263], the red power block in the southwest was devoured by the black power block in the north, immediately following [the year 266] the color blocks in the north abruptly changed on the map.

As if overnight the world changed.

Then successive wars continued until [the year 280] when the southeastern power bloc was vanquished.

Thus the world was unified.

And from the cry of ’The blue sky is dead’, now 96 years had passed.

They fought for a total of 96 years.

The Central Plains finally unified. \n(o)v.e\l.com

Only then did Duan Yu and some new Blue Star viewers feel a slight sense of relief.

Yet before they could catch their breath.

New enemies appeared.

The unified dynasty faced threats as various foreign forces emerged in the north, nomadic people, and the Central Plains was quickly divided, the dynasty perished in the blink of an eye.