The food I eat and the adobe house I live in are all supported by the village head Zhao Tieshan. Overnight, foreign forces massacred 200 people in the village. I knelt next to the corpse of the village chief, with only a short knife in my hand. I thought the enemy was a foreign leader, but after chasing him for three years I found out - it was not the leader who massacred the village, but the leader's deputy, and the leader had no idea at all. The truth was revealed and the enemy was killed, but a power vacuum was left at the border. The leader has withdrawn, the old order has collapsed, and all forces are ready to move. I'm not going back to the village to farm—I'm going to take over this frontier and follow my own rules.
