The Great Director of the Late Qing Dynasty

That year, a string of words floated on my head... That year, I used nine sticks of wood to learn how to transform into a living person... That year, two robbers came to my hometown, the black land... That year, I held my chest high, carried my gun, and went to the battlefield... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.