In the eighth year of the Republic of China, deep in the Daqing Mountains, there was a lonely family.
He had been waiting for fifteen years for the night to kill his enemy.
No one knew that he had been the second shopkeeper of the Qiao family's Dade Tong. No one knew that the gold he was escorting was robbed and seventeen of his eighteen brothers died. No one knew that he had been shot three times for a day and a night, but in exchange for the stigma of "stealing and stealing" - his wife, children and mother died after that.
Until June of the eighth year of the Republic of China, thirty-six riders knocked on the door of the inn with sixteen loads of gold.
Thirty-six riders came to the inn tonight, carrying sixteen loads of gold.
If the gold reaches Duolun, four thousand men will immediately send troops to regain Outer Mongolia.
If the gold is lost, the ten-year plan to regain Outer Mongolia will be ruined.
Intention: What we should guard is not hatred, but the road - if the road is guarded, only those who should pass can pass. Some people died, some lived, and some went all the way north and never came back. But that road is still there.