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Good Night, legends! See you on the moon
AI visual note: A fantasy digital illustration features a woman in an ornate green gown holding a glowing potion bottle in a magical forest setting, complete with a stone archway, northern lights, a white owl, mushrooms, and an open spellbook.
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The process is so amazing. : The Red Cliff [Spoken audio]: Every single day, the general has his soldiers slaughter tens of thousands of fish, but they don't eat a single one. Instead, the fish are tossed into iron cauldrons and slowly rendered down to extract highly concentrated fish oil. The oil is then carefully piped into hollowed out eggshells. The filled shells are packed into specially made ceramic jars, sealed with sulfur. And just like that, you've got yourself an incendiary bomb. But when the general sees the people who will flame it produces, he's far from impressed. He demands more gunpowder, bigger bombs. The explosives expert scrambles to pack more shells into the ceramic jar and hurls it at a stone wall to test it. This time the blast is a bit bigger, but the general still isn't satisfied. Not enough power. Left with no choice, the expert loads a massive amount of sulfur powder into the jar and throws it at the wall with everything he's got. The explosion is stronger, sure, but the general still shakes his head. Not big enough. So the expert brings out an even larger ceramic bomb and launches it at the wall. The blast engulfs the entire area. And for the first time in a long while, the general smiles. The reason they're building these bombs, an enemy force, a million soldiers strong, is marching toward them. These northern invaders aren't used to the southern climate. A plague tears through their ranks. Hundreds drop dead from fever every day. Normally, the bodies should be burned immediately to stop the disease from spreading, but the enemy has a far more sinister plan. Under cover of darkness, they smuggle the infected corpses into Sunquan's camp. The next morning, unsuspecting soldiers begin hauling out the bodies for disposal. The strategist takes one look and knows something is terribly wrong. He pulls out a silver needle and plunges it into one of the corpses. The needle turns black instantly. He's horrified. He orders everyone to get away from the bodies immediately, but it's too late. Soldiers who touch the corpses are already infected. The plague rips through the ranks. Casualties mount. Morale among the Allied forces collapses. Their coalition army, already outnumbered, grows weaker by the hour. Seeing the situation spiral out of control, one of the Allied commanders makes a snap decision and pulls his remaining troops out. The strategist pleads with him to stay, but it's no use. The alliance crumbles, torn apart by disease, and when that army retreats, They take half the coalition's forces with them. Now they're not only short on men. They're down to just 30,000 arrows, against a million strong enemy bearing down on them. 30,000 arrows is nothing. But while everyone else is at a loss, the strategist speaks with absolute confidence. Give him three days, and he'll produce 100,000 arrows. When people doubt him, he puts his life on the line right then and there. If he fails, they can have his head. Two days pass. He hasn't made a single arrow. All he does is sit there, day after day, staring at a tortoise, just watching it. On the third day, as Dusk approaches, The tortoise finally sheds a tear, the strategist knows. Tonight, a thick fog will blanket the river. He's already prepared 10 boats, each one lined with straw figures mounted at the bow. Under the cover of dense fog, the straw boats glide silently toward the enemy camp. Then, the strategist orders his soldiers to beat war drums and shout beton cries at the top of their lungs, creating the illusion of a massive assault force charging in. Just as expected, the enemy naïve can understand. Fearing an ambush, they order their archers to unleash everything they've got. Arrows rain down like a monsoon. The strawboats begin to tilt under the weight. The strategist immediately orders the boats turned around so the other side can catch even more arrows. Oh, once the boats are wrestling with well over 100,000 arrows, the strategist calmly commands the fleet to withdraw in perfect formation. He even leaves one empty boat behind, a little gift, a trophy for the enemy. The enemy naval officers think they've scored a major victory, proud of themselves. They present their so-called prize to the Grand Commander. The Grand Commander takes one look and orders both officers bound in chains. When he learns that 100,000 arrows were just handed to the enemy, he erupts in fury and orders both naval commanders executed on the spot. But just as the blade is about to fall, he realizes, with these two dead, there's no one left to lead the navy. It's too late. The sword has already dropped. The Grand Commander stands there, stunned. It hits him. He's walked right into an elaborately designed trap. On the other side, the strategist hasn't just secured 100,000 arrows. He's also used the Grand Commander's own hand to eliminate the enemy's top naval leaders. In the end, the enemy is defeated and forced.
