This is not one man's war. It is a people's fight for survival.
When the sky split open and divine thunder descended from the Nine Heavens, it was no miracle. A son of the Han people had returned to the darkest hour, when his people faced annihilation, carrying the seeds of a civilization from a thousand years in the future.
The Five Barbarians' cavalry were not the only ones he had to kill.
He also had to kill the numbness, submission, compromise, and infighting buried in the bones of the Han people.
He had to awaken the fighting spirit that had been castrated for three hundred years, the souls Confucianism had tamed into lambs.
"From this day forth, the sons and daughters of Han will live standing tall and die with their backs straight."
"If it means protecting our people and preserving our civilization, then please..."
"Let the Great Han march to its death."
