Romance Of The Three Kingdoms -

Cao Cao laughed, a sharp, cold sound. "The wind changes for those with the ambition to command it."

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, bloody shadows over the Yangtze River. On the deck of a massive war galley, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the flickering campfires of the southern bank. He had a million men at his back—or so he told the world—and the scent of a unified China was finally in the air. Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Dozens of small boats, packed with oil, straw, and sulphur, were set ablaze and sent drifting toward the chained behemoths of Cao Cao's navy. When they struck, the result was a hellscape. Because the ships were chained, the fire leapt from mast to mast like a living predator. The screams of men and the hiss of boiling water drowned out the sound of the gale. Cao Cao laughed, a sharp, cold sound

The "God of War" stood in the center of the narrow pass, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade gleaming. Cao Cao stopped. He knew Guan Yu’s honour was his only weapon left. Years ago, Cao Cao had treated Guan Yu with supreme respect when he was a captive. He had a million men at his back—or

Guan Yu remained silent, his long beard fluttering in the cold morning air. His duty was to Liu Bei, his brother by oath. But his soul was bound by the debt of a gentleman. With a heavy sigh, Guan Yu stepped aside, lowering his blade. "Pass," Guan Yu whispered.

"The heavens do not give gifts," Zhuge Liang replied, opening his eyes. "They only offer opportunities. To burn a forest, one must first ensure the trees are dry."