At the End of the Tang Dynasty, the City Was Full of Golden Armor

My name is Huang Chao, and I come from a family of salt merchants. I originally wanted to become an official by virtue of my reputation in writing. I only hope to serve the country with loyalty, help the country, and help the world and the people. However, in these troubled times, "no one knows the poor and lowly scholars, and no one follows the poor and lowly soldiers"! This corrupt dynasty cannot tolerate scholars, let alone people struggling to survive. The harsh government is fiercer than the tiger. In the official residences, "wine and meat pile up like mountains, and wealthy families play music every night," but on the streets, "starving corpses are scattered everywhere, and there are frozen bones on the road." Seeing the children of aristocratic families preying on the common people at will, I clenched my fists. This is not what a country should be like! The world is for everyone, not for the nobles! Looking at this hell on earth, I raised the flag of resistance. From a team of refugees in Shandong to a million-strong army sweeping the world, I have seen the hope in the eyes of my followers that they "hope for peace as much as they hope for the rain", and I have also heard the warm voices of children calling me "Yellow King" along the way. I finally broke through the city gate of Chang'an, and I put on the dragon robe that I had dreamed of. When the iron hooves of the Tang army approached again, and the fire reflected the bloody water of the moat, I suddenly understood: Perhaps in this troubled world, there has never been a real savior. The storm I caused was just to change the owner of the "Jiumen" and change the place of the "frozen bones". After all, suffering changes the soup but not the medicine. The scholar who once shouted that "the world should not be like this" failed to make the country live the way it should. I once wanted to be the "Green Emperor of Spring", but in the end I became a "man-eating" demon in the eyes of the world.