Dao Dao Sect

Three hundred miles away there are the armies of Longyang and Yang. The iron hooves of their cavalry are raging on our land of Li. The excrement they pull out is the food we planted in the spring. They scatter the filthy seeds into the bellies of the women of Li. Their shining swords are stained with blood. The blood may come from your parents, brothers, friends and relatives; the woman who is pregnant with wild seeds may be your sister, or your distant lover; the food turned into feces is the winter ration for our people in Li, and the next person to starve may be you; the sound of raging iron hoofs has already echoed in our ears, and behind us is our capital city, Licheng. The sixty-nine years of glory and sweat of the people of Li country are all here, the soldiers of Li country! "Li Yao is like a roaring lion. His hand holding the sword seems to be frozen in the air. The sword that symbolizes "power" seems to shine brighter than the sun, illuminating the eyes of a hundred thousand soldiers...