My name is Zhao Shan, from Qin.
In the fiftieth year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, I was fifteen years old and was drafted into the army to fight in Handan.
That year, I pretended to be dead before crawling out of the pile of corpses.
That year, I learned the first thing - to live.
Later, I fought with Wang Lu, learned the art of war from Wang Jian, and worked with Wang Ben to divert water across the beams.
I followed the four generations of Qin kings and fought for forty years.
South Korea is gone, Zhao is gone, Wei, Chu, Yan, and Qi are gone.
On the day when Ying Zheng made me a Marquis of Guannei, I said: Your Majesty, what I want is not to be a Marquis, but to have no more wars in the world.
But the Qin Dynasty only lived for fifteen years.
I watched it unite the world with my own eyes, and I watched it collapse with my own eyes.
Before he died, my grandson asked me: Grandpa, do you regret it?
I said: I don't regret it. But I have no idea how to make the people live a good life after reunification.
This is the story of me, a veteran of the Qin State.
