On the Day of Massacre, I Crawled Out of the Pile of Dead People

On April 25, the second year of Shunzhi, the city of Yangzhou was destroyed. A nineteen-year-old accountant lay among the dead, his face smeared with his neighbor's blood. He heard the Qing army counting heads. When he was counted beside him, he poked the corpse with the tip of his knife, spat, and left. That day he put on the cotton-padded jacket that his mother had not finished sewing for half a year, picked up his father's knife, and said the first harsh words in his life to the five Qing soldiers - "Come." Eighteen years later, he watched Kangxi put a rope around his neck on Meishan and said to him: "If you were born in Yangzhou, you would be me." That night, the moon in the Forbidden City was also red. It's time for a replacement in this world. ---