春秋烽烟,吴越争霸, 已如一江春水向东流。只流传下那令人咋舌的故事,还有那尘封了千年却依然寒锋夺魄的古剑,在陈列柜中发出隐忍的寒光。时光飞逝,两千五百年前,你在这里跌倒了,你是一个败国之君、亡国之奴,你背负了昏君的罪名, 背负了世代的仇怨。在会稽一役,你彻彻底底地失败了。 In the spring and autumn, Wu Yue strives for hegemony, and it has already flowed eastward like a river. Only the story that was astounding, and the ancient sword that had been sealed by the cold front for a thousand years, gave way to the coldness in the showcase. Time flies. Two thousand and five hundred years ago, you fell here. You are a traitor to the country and a slave to the country. You have been guilty of being slain and carrying the enmity of generations. In the battle of Kuaiji, you failed completely.