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.
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. Romance of the Three Kingdoms
The plan was a masterpiece of deception. They had sent a "defector" to Cao Cao, convincing the northern lord to chain his ships together to prevent his soldiers—unaccustomed to the water—from getting seasick. It turned the mighty fleet into a wooden island. The "God of War" stood in the center
Cao Cao fled into the mist, a broken man who would live to fight another day. The battle was over, but the land remained shattered. The "Three Kingdoms" had been forged in that fire—Wei, Shu, and Wu—a stalemate of heroes that would last for generations, proving that while empires crumble, the stories of loyalty and betrayal are eternal. Years ago, Cao Cao had treated Guan Yu
"General," Cao Cao said, his voice raspy. "Do you remember the robes I gave you? The feasts?"
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.
Finally, exhausted and with only a handful of guards left, Cao Cao found his path blocked by a single, towering figure. .