Amnesty? To hell with amnesty!
I transmigrated into Water Margin, and the moment I opened my eyes, Song Jiang was kneeling and begging me to die. “Brother, for the sake of amnesty, go on!”
To hell with your amnesty! I refuse to die!
At Chenqiao Post, I slammed my blade into the ground and railed at Song Jiang:
“Why should the Zhao family be the only ones allowed to rule this land? The heroes of Liangshan can rule it too!”
Wu Song drew his blade and held the imperial envoy at swordpoint for me. Lu Zhishen smashed the plaque of the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness. Li Kui was beaten until his face was bloody, yet still cried, “I’m convinced!”
The new Liangshan raised the banner of “All Under Heaven Belong to the People”: dividing up the land, burning IOUs, and killing corrupt officials.
Song Jiang sneered from his knees in Dongjing. “When I return from conquering the Liao, I’ll crush you all!”
But he didn’t know that these eight hundred li of marshland had long been the common people’s lifeline!
The Jurchen cavalry was closing in, while a foolish ruler and treacherous ministers held power.
If this world offered no way to live, then we’d fight to build a just and peaceful one!
Amnesty? To hell with it!
