Outside Xianyang City, the loess was stained with blood. Chen Xu climbed up from the mountain of corpses, holding a broken sword in his hand and eyes burning with hatred. The six kingdoms have been destroyed, the laws of Qin are as iron as iron, and the people are still stuck in the quagmire.
He was once a scout of Wei State, but now he is an unknown soldier. He is taciturn, but writes down every bloody debt of tyranny.
The people are hard pressed to make a living by corvee service. He vowed to shake the giant building with his mortal body and split a sliver of sky with his broken sword.
Don't rely on golden fingers, don't rely on divine help. Only one step, one corpse, can lead the way out of troubled times.
