“Brother Lin, if we lose, will anyone remember our names? When future generations pay tribute to Yue Fei and Yu Qian by West Lake, will they remember us?”
“If we lose, perhaps people in the future will find our names in some forbidden book. But most will wear Manchu horse-hoof cuffs and shave their heads into queue hairstyles, taking pride in calling themselves slaves. History records the deeds of the victors in its thin pages.”
“What if we win?”
“If we win... wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the wind and rain reach, it will all be Ming territory. Everyone beneath heaven who wears the robes and caps of the Han will be a subject of the Ming.”
Quite exciting