The idea that "there is an unbridgeable gap between the poor and the nobility" is almost rooted in everyone's heart. From the moment they are humble, the poor lose the chance to resist.
"But in the end, someone has to stand up for the hope of the living and the long-cherished wish of the dead, so why can't it be me?" Said the young man named Ambelelin.
Despair is the lament of the poor, revolution is the joyful song of the living, and the oppression accumulated in the past is finally overthrown by the people it rules.
As a result, the high walls were destroyed by their past builders, but on the guillotine, the young man was still high-spirited
"The empire is the people's empire, salute our sad singing!"
Intention: A better world comes together