A graduate student in the history department died suddenly in the library. When he opened his eyes, he became Lu Xiufu in the Battle of Yashan.
He held the eight-year-old Emperor Zhao Bing of the late Song Dynasty in his arms. Behind him were 200,000 soldiers and civilians, and in front of him was Zhang Hongfan's navy of the Yuan Army.
There are four days left, February 6th.
In history, on that day, Lu Xiufu betrayed the emperor and threw himself into the sea. Two hundred thousand people died for the country, and China was destroyed.
I looked at the trembling children in my arms, at the soldiers with sallow faces and thin muscles, and at the chain boats connected together on the sea.
Fuck history!
This time, I won't jump into the sea.
I want to take 200,000 people to fight my way out of Yashan!
I want the flag of the Song Dynasty to continue to fly on the sea!
