That year, the Son of Heaven died for his country, and the land changed hands.
A scholar from Dongguan cast aside his brush and rose up, giving away his entire fortune to recruit six hundred local volunteers to fight the Qing.
From Dongguan to Huizhou, from Mount Luofu to Zengcheng, he fought for ten months under the Qing cavalry's relentless pursuit. His force dwindled from twelve hundred to just three hundred. With their ammunition spent and food gone, they ate tree bark to survive; his closest friends were all dead, and his family was scattered. Yet from beginning to end, he held to a single belief: As long as one Han Chinese person remains on this land, someone will fight the Qing.
