In the dream, the sky is wide and the earth is far away, the officialdom is ups and downs, and the people are all in danger. The war spirit is filled from now on, the Japanese are far and near, and the enemies are sworn in. Kill decisively and return my rivers and mountains. There is blood in my chest, and I look at the vastness of the sea. Just because China has me, who among the thieves and bandits will dare to move forward? With the blood of heroes, the enthusiasm of Chicheng, the songs of heroes, and the return of the mortal world, we should establish a new country. A poor scholar, he walked in a small county in the Ming Empire, and then, in the test of blood and fire, he stirred up a huge wave that swallowed up the sky...
