周瑜在军营帐篷里来回踱着步,一只飞蛾在案台上的火烛旁飞来飞去。帐篷里忽暗忽明,帐篷门口站岗的士兵叹了口气,他明白帐篷里的人一定正被什么事所烦恼着,但同时他也明白像他这样的小人物又怎能替得了一个东吴大将着想?此时,帘幡被掀开了,周瑜从里面走了出来,一身的银甲在月光的照耀下闪闪发光。他的脸上没有表情,看上去像是在犹豫什么,又好像是下定了决心。周瑜就 Zhou Yu stepped back and forth in a barracks tent. A moth flew up and down the candlestick on the desk. The tent flickered, the soldiers at the gate of the tent sighed, and he understood that the people in the tent must have been bothered by what they were doing, but at the same time he also understood how a small person like him could replace a Dongwu general. Thinking about this, at this time, curtains were opened, Zhou Yu came out from the inside, a silver glistening in the moonlight shining. No expression on his face, it looks like hesitant, but also seems to have made up his mind. Zhou Yu