Liaodong Dust

Wang Hu is just a pair of eyes. He saw the blood in Hunhe River, the ice in Juehua Island, the coldness in Ningyuan, and the sunshine in Dongjiang Town. He saw Mao Wenlong standing at the top of the city, covered in blood, smiling. Seeing Yuan Chonghuan standing at the foot of the city, he said, "We will live and die with this city." I saw them go from side by side to opposite, from heroes to death row prisoners. I saw Mao Wenlong being killed and Yuan Chonghuan being killed. I saw those with names and those without names falling one by one. He only does one thing - Remember them. This is not the history of heroes, but the history of people. It is not a history of winners, but a history of losers. Not the person whose name has been left by history, It is about those people who have been submerged by history. Through the eyes of a small soldier, a century-old feud in Liaodong in the late Ming Dynasty is revealed. I don't want to brag or be negative, I use history as my bones, I just add a ray of flesh and blood to the nameless people.