Regardless, they all lived.
It may be famous all over the world, or it may be infamy for thousands of years, or it may only occupy a small place in the pile of old papers.
Some became heroes, some became assholes, some were so lawless, and some finally scattered into the mountains.
Some threw themselves into a lake, or went on hunger strike, or were arrested, or died.
But they always fight for their ideals, for their family and country, and to not be enslaved.
This is their story and it is my story.
And I wonder, what would have happened if I had never been a soldier in the first place?
I've been running away. In Zhuxian Town, I escaped; in Yangmiao Village, I also escaped; and in the suburbs of Xuyi, I still escaped.
I thought that since I died once, I should cherish my life more. So I look down on them, these people who have never died.
But on the contrary, I owe a life, and I owe them a life.
Intention: The sufferings at the turn of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the little people fought hard not to be enslaved under the general trend. Use this as a reference for those who come to live a happy life.