Just After I Passed Through Adou, the Civil and Military Forces of the Manchu Dynasty Forced Me to Surrender.

In the winter of the sixth year of Jingyao, Guo Zuo of the Shu Han Dynasty came to his last moment. On the dangerous road of Yinping, Wei sent Deng Ai down in blankets, destroying Jiangyou and Mianzhu. In the city of Chengdu, General Zhuge of the Guard was killed in battle, leaving his treasury empty; while General Jiang Wei's 150,000 main force was nailed to the sword pavilion 700 miles away, unable to return even with a piece of armor. The forty-two-year dream of the Northern Expedition finally came to an end. Above the main hall, Dr. Guanglu Qiao Zhou held a "Persuasion to Surrender" that cited scriptures, and led the nobles from all over the dynasty to kneel in front of the imperial steps. Everyone thought the big man was going to die. It was logical that this Emperor of Taiping, who had been a clay and wood carver for forty-two years, should stamp his jade seal and go to Luoyang to become an Anle Gong. Until Liu Shen, a history student who had just stayed up late to finish writing "Textual Research on the Last Years of Shu Han", opened his eyes in this old and decaying body. Facing the ink pen handed to him, he looked at the wealthy families below the steps who were impatiently waiting for a new master. He did not pick up the pen, but casually picked up the patina-colored half of the military talisman in front of the palace and threw it to the white-haired veteran in the corner who had been marginalized all his life. "I don't want to sign this word." "How should I put it..." The rear master looked at the wind and snow outside the hall door and took a deep breath of cold air. "I think it's better not to sign this word."