Xilu Commoners: from Village Tyrants to Kings from All over the World

[West + Alien Continent + Group Statues + Epic + Struggle for Hegemony + Temples and Rivers and Lakes] It has been ten years since the eagle flag of the Hima Empire has been planted across the continent. The iron hoofs of the August family have crushed the glory of the old era. Harsh punishments are like shadows, heavy taxes are like knives, the common people are left with withered bones in the fields, and the old nobles are hiding their swords in exile. The fugitives in the wilderness looked in the direction of the imperial capital and clenched the short sword in their hands; the old Ya'an tribe sharpened their spears in the wilderness; the exiled nobles spread the map under the candlelight to point out the country. The dusk of the empire has come, and the dawn of the new king will rise in blood and fire. This is not the legend of one person, but the ups and downs of a group of people in the times. Here, there is no victory for justice, but only "survival"! New author, welcome to discuss together, reply when you see it