A history of Qin, a lot of bloody loess.
The Qin people had traveled nearly four hundred years on this journey from the Ying tribe who herded horses in the western frontier on the banks of the Weishui River to the Western overlords who aspired to dominate the world at the Yongcheng Hall.
Feizi herded horses and was granted the title, Qin Zhong died in the battle against Xirong, Duke Zhuang avenged the enemy, Duke Xiang escorted the troops to move eastward, Duke Wen collected the Zhou people and built a new capital, Duke Wu punished the three tribes to reorganize the army, Duke Mu sought talents and won Baili Xi Jian Shu Yu... Each generation of Qin kings trudged through blood and fire, and every inch of Qin soil was soaked with the perseverance of callous hands and feet. This group of people on the loess plateau, between Rong Di's scimitar and the white eyes of the Central Plains, forcibly embarked on a thorny road from "base Qin" to "strong Qin".
This is not a legend destined by destiny, this is an epic composed with a plowshare and a spear in a desperate situation.
