I am Ma Wannian, the direct grandson of Qin Liangyu, the female general of the Ming Dynasty.
Grandma's coffin was not yet cold, but Zhang Xianzhong was already at the stone pillar.
Everyone thought that I would fight to the death with a white pole and be loyal to the Ming Dynasty like my grandma.
But I opened the city gate with my own hands and knelt down on one knee facing the eight kings' playful eyes.
"The Stone Pillar Horse has been around for ten thousand years, and I am willing to be a pioneer and help the king take over the world."
Zhang Xianzhong looked up to the sky and laughed, patted me on the shoulder and called me "good nephew".
He didn't see that in my lowered eyes, I reflected the cold spear points of the three thousand white soldiers on the school field.
In these troubled times, loyalty cannot buy a way out.
Since the Ming Dynasty is about to fall, why not... Let me be the pushing hand.
