Song Jiang woke up leisurely and shook his groggy head. Today, the Double Ninth Festival is approaching. He asked his younger brother Song Qing to arrange a big banquet and enjoy the chrysanthemums with his brothers. He was so happy that he drank too much and had a dream at the banquet.
In his dream, he saw that Bianjing was trampled by the Jin cavalry, the two emperors of Huiqin were captured by the barbarians, and the sons of the Han family were in ruins. On the cliff of Yashan, I saw a man jumping into the sea with the little emperor in his arms, while hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians rushed to die for the country. It was a moment of glory to see the Mongolian cavalry trampling through Yaola. Seeing a cowherd boy driving away the Tartars and restoring the glory of the Han family... I suddenly woke up and burst into tears of excitement.
He, Song Jiang, was unwilling to be a slave to the subjugation of his country and vowed to revive the glory of the Han family
