In 1897, the Yellow River ran muddy.
The least remarkable street thug in Jinxian somehow ended up in a soldier's shoes.
Everyone around him laughed that he was hopeless, yet this hooligan from Longyou became a rebel ready to risk his life.
The bloodbath of 1900, the battles at Baoding, the thunder of the New Army, cannon fodder on European battlefields.
After half a lifetime adrift, thousands of miles from home, and forty years of trials and tribulations, he finally donned his armor once more.
I came from bitter hardship, and can't bear to look back.
